Here come old flattop. He come grooving up slowly
He got ju-ju eyeballs. Hes one holy roller
He got hair down to his knees
Got to be a joker he just do what he please
 I broke apart my insides
 Ive got no soul to sell
 The only thing that works for me
Help me get away from myself
I wanna fuck you 
I wanna fuck you 
I wanna fuck you 
I wanna fuck you 
He bag production he got walrus gumboot
Hes got Ono sideboard he one spinal cracker
He got feet down below his knee
Hold you in his armchair you can feel his disease
...over me
...over me
...over me
...over me
 You tear down my reason 
 Its your sex I can smell 
 You make me perfect 
Help me become somebody else
I wanna fuck you 
I wanna fuck you 
I wanna fuck you 
You can have my isolation
You can have the hate that it brings
You can have my absence of faith
You can have my everything
Come together! yeah!
Come together! yeah!
Come together! yeah!
Come together! yeah!
 Come together! yeah!
 Come together! yeah!
 Come together! yeah!
 Come together! yeah!
 Come together! yeah!
 Come together! yeah!