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  Here come old flattop
  He come grooving up slowly, babe
  He got joo-joo eyeball, he one holy roller
  He got hair, mama, down to his knees
  Got to be a joker, he just do what he please
  Now, he wear no shoeshine
  He got toe-jam football, he got monkey fingers
  Yeah, he shoot coca-cola, now
  He say I know you, and, mama, you know me
  Yeah, one thing I can tell, mama
  Lord you gotta be free...
  Come together baby, right now, oh, Lord over me
  He bag production, he got walrus gumboot
  He got Ono sideboard, he one spinal cracker
  Oh mama, he got feet yeah, down below his knee
  Ah, hold his arms, you cant hold his disease
  Yeah, Come together babe
  Yeah right now, oh, over me now... Oh yeah now
  Oh yeah... He roller-coaster, he got early warning
  He got muddy water, he one mojo filter, he say
  One and one, lord, mama one and one is three
  Got to be good-looking motherfucker
  cause hes so hard to see yeah
  Come together, oh yeah, oh yeah, over me