It's a shopping mall It's a parking lot It's a tiki bar It's a tequila shot It's a lightning strike It's a hurricane It's three months of sun And nine months of rain It's a moldy room It's an empty swamp It's a crowded beach It's a flimsy chair It's a rub and tug It's a flying bug It's a billionaire Florida la la la la la Florida la la la la lo How they laugh at the Sunshine State Til the moment it starts to snow Then the passengers crowd the gate For that one place they've got to go And it's always fa la la la la Florida la la la It's a floppy hat From a sandal shop It's a traffic jam On an island hop It's a broken blade On a ceiling fan It's a too tight shirt On an old white man It's a talking bird It's a putting green It's a place to die It's a Russian joke It's a line of coke It's a key lime pie And with all of that said Now I've made it my home Yes I've made it my home now And I'm not leaving Naples for Rome Port St. Lucie for Paris Okeechobee for anywhere You can say what you want, you can call me a fool As I'm taking your call by the pool Fa la la la la Florida la la la la la Florida la la la la lo You may like it in Tennessee You may like it in Idaho You may like it in Michigan Or in Maine or New Mexico But I love/hate fa la la la la Florida la la la