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