Here come old flat-top, he come groovin' up slowly He got ju-ju eyeball, he one holy roller He got hair down below his knee Got to be good-lookin' 'cause he's so hard to see ♪ He wear no shoeshine, he got toe-jam football He got monkey finger, he shoot Coca-Cola He said, "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 Come together, right now Over me