I have been seeking P.F. Sloan
But no one knows where he has gone
No one ever heard the song
That boy sent winging

Now you might sigh and you might moan
And you might sweat about the skin and bone
You just smiled and read the Rolling Stone
While he continued singing
Oh yes, now, listen to him singing

No, no no no, no no, no no, no, no, no, no
Don't sing this song
No, don't sing this song
No, no no no, no no, no no, no, no, no, no
Don't sing this song
It belongs to P.F. Sloan
Oh, oh, oh, from now on

My old friend Trigger up and died
Now they've got him stuffed and dried
You know they've tanned his hide, and crucified
Got him starin' glassy eyed out through the parlour door

The London bridge was finally found
They moved it to another town, and now
All the people gather 'round to watch the bridge fall down
But I don't think it will no more
Oh no, now, listen to him singin'
No, no no no, no no, no no, no, no, no, no
Don't sing this song
No, don't sing this song
No, no no no, no no, no no, no, no, no, no
Don't sing this song
It belongs to P.F. Sloan
Oh, oh, oh, from now on

Nixon came and came to stay
They've taken all the sins away
You know, I heard it on the news today
It set my ears to ringin'

'Cause the last time I saw P.F. Sloan
He was summer burned, he was winter blown
He turned the corner all alone
But he continued
Yes, he continued singing
Listen to him singing

No, no no no, no no, no no, no, no, no, no
Don't sing this song
No, don't sing this song
No, no no no, no no, no no, no, no, no, no no
Don't sing this song
It belongs to P.F. Sloan
Oh, oh, oh, from now on