I'm going to Florida
I'm going to bowl me a perfect game
I'm going to Florida
I'm going to cut off both my legs
And if Sidney Poiter is a blind man
And he made love to Chairman Mao
Then the world would be a whole lot of nothing
Like an abortion when there ain't no child
Do it!

I'm going to Florida
I'm going to hold back the hands of time
I'm going to Florida
Where the lobbyists can change their minds
And if Colin Powell's still a scarecrow
And John Ashcroft is a stinky man
Then Rumsfeld couldn't give up lying
Because the reporters come and torture to slam
Put a slam