Lyrics:

Here come old flattop, he come grooving up slowly.
He got joo-joo eyeball, he one holy roller.
He got hair down to his knee.
Got to be a joker he just do what he please.
He wear no shoeshine, he got toe-jam football.
He got monkey finger, he shoot coca-cola.
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 He bag production,
e 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.

Come together Come together Come together Come together.