Here come old flattop He come grooving up slowly He got joo-joo eyeball He one holy roller He got hair down to his knee Got to be a joker he just do what he please
He wear no shoeshine He got toe-jam football He got monkey finger He shoot coca-cola He say \"I know you, you know me\" One thing I can tell you is you got to be free
Come together right now over me
He bag production He got walrus gumboot He got Ono sideboard He one spinal cracker He got feet down below his knee Hold you in his armchair you can feel his disease