Florida Man

This tale is grand, it tells of a man that us mere mortals, can't understand
A legend you see every night on tv; he's the baddest mofo, that ever could be!

He's the Florida man!
Cooks meth in a van, like noone else can!
The Florida man!
Machete in hand, he rules the swamp land
The Florida man!
Hit the bath salts!

With balls of steel he runs on beer
By now you should know to better stear clear!
Bitten by sharks, struck by lightning
A high speed chase will only excite him
Tattoos on his face - a nation's disgrace, but for me and you, a glorious case!
A greasy messiah, let him take you higher
For beer and some crack, he'll walk through fire!

He's the Florida man!
Cooks meth in a van, like noone else can!
The Florida man!
Machete in hand, he rules the swamp land
The Florida man!
Hit the bath salts!

Anyone you meet, any guy on the street
He could stand in line, to dominate the headlines!
It could be you, it might be me
So party down, and set him free!



Credits
Writer(s): Viktor Westerlund
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link