| Here come old flat top, he come grooving up slowly |
| He's got joo joo eyeballs, he want holy roller |
| He's got hair down to his knees |
| He's got to be a joker, he just do what he please |
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| He wear no shoeshine, he's got toe jam football |
| He's got monkey-fingers, he shoot Coca Cola |
| He says, "I know you, you know me" |
| Cause one thing, I can tell you is you got to be free |
| Come together, right now, over me |
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| He bag production, he's got walrus gumboot |
| He's got Ono psycho, he want spinal cracker |
| He's got feet down below his knees |
| Hold you in his arms, still you can feel his disease |
| Come together, right now, over me |
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| He rollercoaster, he's got early warning |
| He's got muddy water, he want mojo filter |
| He says, "One and one and one is three" |
| Got to be good looking', 'cause he's so hard to see |
| Come together, right now, over me |
| Ha, Come together, yeah |
| Come together, yeah... |