This one goes out to the Florida man,
The crazy motherfucker on the news
He rode a parasail into a hurricane
He gave an alligator weed and booze
That gator is still out on a bender
He bought some gas station mystery drugs
The Florida man used a homemade flamethrower
Inside his house to kill some bugs
I think there is a Florida man sleeping in my brain.
And I relate to that fucked up gator's pain.
When the Florida man is loose
He flies like a goose
Straight through the propeller of a jet
The gator doesn't curse
The fact he'll one day be a purse
And a pair of boots, no value in regret
I am the gator; my teeth are cheap souvenirs.
Take one from my skull and trade it for a case of beer.