| Song | Moving to Florida |
| Artist | Butthole Surfers |
| Album | The Hole Truth...and Nothing Butt |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Butthole Surfers | |
| Well, well I been movin' down to Florida. | |
| And I'm gonna bowl me a perfect game. | |
| Well I'm gonna cut off my leg down in Florida, child. | |
| And I'm gonna dance one-legged off in the rain. | |
| Now, they say that Sidney Poitier was a blind man. | |
| And they say that LBJ was a Soviet Jew. | |
| When I go down Florida Way, | |
| They're ain't no kind of sexual healing that I would not, could not, should | |
| Not do, stick it right here. | |
| Well I been movin' down to Florida. | |
| I'm gonna potty train the chairman Mao. | |
| I'm gonna make the governor write my doodoo a letter, child. | |
| And I'm gonna grind me up a White Castle side out of India's sacred cow. | |
| Well, I been movin' down Florida Way, | |
| And I'm gonna build me the atomic bomb. | |
| Well, I'm gonna hold time hostage down in Florida, child. | |
| Ain't nobody, said ain't nobody gonna tell me what to do. Right here. | |
| By this time I guess you've figured out about Florida. | |
| Drink the muddy water in the Vaseline stain. | |
| They be makin' tadpoles the size of Americans down in Florida. | |
| That be tellin' Julio Iglesias what to sing, now. | |
| Now, whoever said that Sidney Poitier was a blind man, | |
| Knew the same of Elvis Presley, too. | |
| When I go down Florida Way, | |
| Ain't nobody, said ain't nobody gonna tell me what to do. Right here. | |
| Well I been goin' down to Florida. | |
| Pole cats lie naked in the Seminole sun. | |
| When I go down Florida Way, | |
| Like Vince, I wanna' win. | |
| Well I went down to Florida. | |
| I got away. | |
| I took the children down to Florida. | |
| I stuck the dick down the drain. | |
| Get that boy down to Florida. | |
| Give him a switch blade. | |
| Tell him what to do. |
| zuo ci : Butthole Surfers | |
| Well, well I been movin' down to Florida. | |
| And I' m gonna bowl me a perfect game. | |
| Well I' m gonna cut off my leg down in Florida, child. | |
| And I' m gonna dance onelegged off in the rain. | |
| Now, they say that Sidney Poitier was a blind man. | |
| And they say that LBJ was a Soviet Jew. | |
| When I go down Florida Way, | |
| They' re ain' t no kind of sexual healing that I would not, could not, should | |
| Not do, stick it right here. | |
| Well I been movin' down to Florida. | |
| I' m gonna potty train the chairman Mao. | |
| I' m gonna make the governor write my doodoo a letter, child. | |
| And I' m gonna grind me up a White Castle side out of India' s sacred cow. | |
| Well, I been movin' down Florida Way, | |
| And I' m gonna build me the atomic bomb. | |
| Well, I' m gonna hold time hostage down in Florida, child. | |
| Ain' t nobody, said ain' t nobody gonna tell me what to do. Right here. | |
| By this time I guess you' ve figured out about Florida. | |
| Drink the muddy water in the Vaseline stain. | |
| They be makin' tadpoles the size of Americans down in Florida. | |
| That be tellin' Julio Iglesias what to sing, now. | |
| Now, whoever said that Sidney Poitier was a blind man, | |
| Knew the same of Elvis Presley, too. | |
| When I go down Florida Way, | |
| Ain' t nobody, said ain' t nobody gonna tell me what to do. Right here. | |
| Well I been goin' down to Florida. | |
| Pole cats lie naked in the Seminole sun. | |
| When I go down Florida Way, | |
| Like Vince, I wanna' win. | |
| Well I went down to Florida. | |
| I got away. | |
| I took the children down to Florida. | |
| I stuck the dick down the drain. | |
| Get that boy down to Florida. | |
| Give him a switch blade. | |
| Tell him what to do. |
| zuò cí : Butthole Surfers | |
| Well, well I been movin' down to Florida. | |
| And I' m gonna bowl me a perfect game. | |
| Well I' m gonna cut off my leg down in Florida, child. | |
| And I' m gonna dance onelegged off in the rain. | |
| Now, they say that Sidney Poitier was a blind man. | |
| And they say that LBJ was a Soviet Jew. | |
| When I go down Florida Way, | |
| They' re ain' t no kind of sexual healing that I would not, could not, should | |
| Not do, stick it right here. | |
| Well I been movin' down to Florida. | |
| I' m gonna potty train the chairman Mao. | |
| I' m gonna make the governor write my doodoo a letter, child. | |
| And I' m gonna grind me up a White Castle side out of India' s sacred cow. | |
| Well, I been movin' down Florida Way, | |
| And I' m gonna build me the atomic bomb. | |
| Well, I' m gonna hold time hostage down in Florida, child. | |
| Ain' t nobody, said ain' t nobody gonna tell me what to do. Right here. | |
| By this time I guess you' ve figured out about Florida. | |
| Drink the muddy water in the Vaseline stain. | |
| They be makin' tadpoles the size of Americans down in Florida. | |
| That be tellin' Julio Iglesias what to sing, now. | |
| Now, whoever said that Sidney Poitier was a blind man, | |
| Knew the same of Elvis Presley, too. | |
| When I go down Florida Way, | |
| Ain' t nobody, said ain' t nobody gonna tell me what to do. Right here. | |
| Well I been goin' down to Florida. | |
| Pole cats lie naked in the Seminole sun. | |
| When I go down Florida Way, | |
| Like Vince, I wanna' win. | |
| Well I went down to Florida. | |
| I got away. | |
| I took the children down to Florida. | |
| I stuck the dick down the drain. | |
| Get that boy down to Florida. | |
| Give him a switch blade. | |
| Tell him what to do. |