Come Together

Shoot me

Here come old flat top,

He got hair down to his knee;

Got to be a joker, he just do what he please.

Shoot me

He wear no shoe shine, he got toe-jam football

He say, “I know you, you know me.”

One thing I can tell you is you got to be free

Come Together, right now,

over me

Shoot me

He bag production, He got wal-rus gumboot

He got feet down below his knee

Hold you in his armchair, you can feel his disease

Come together, right now,

over me

Come, come, come, come,

Here comes, – uh

Here comes,

He roller coaster, he got early warning

He say, “One and one and one is three.”

Got to be good looking ’cause he so hard to see

Come together, right now,

over me

Shoot me