Lyrics

I'm going to Florida I'm going to bowl me a perfect game I'm going to Florida I'm going to cut off both my legs And if Sidney Poiter is a blind man And he made love to Chairman Mao Then the world would be a whole lot of nothing Like an abortion when there ain't no child Do it! I'm going to Florida I'm going to hold back the hands of time I'm going to Florida Where the lobbyists can change their minds And if Colin Powell's still a scarecrow And John Ashcroft is a stinky man Then Rumsfeld couldn't give up lying Because the reporters come and torture to slam Put a slam