Floridada

Intro: verse 1 Child of limousines What's the best place, That you have seen All of the hands, That you have shook Home of the queen of, Everything fancy Is there a smell, That you can tell Gives you some peace, Sends you to hell All of the beds, That you have yearned Is there a dream to, Where you’d return Where is the plight, With the most stars Where do you drink, By Echo guitars What’s the best shore, Seen from a boat Miniature heads that, Color the shore line If you could rest, A minute to tell Get me some grass, Iridescent shells I know there’s a nest, Fit with a hatch Sunset a glowin’, Makes us all sweaty Pre-Chorus 1 Well, I don’t even know where to begin or how I should start these days The green mountain south or, The Clay of the westerns The Maryland meadows at midnight they do have a misty grace Take a trip to blue bayou, Find Roy Orbison cryin’ A continent molded from glass or maybe a town I can taste Dresses that glow on, Girls from Barcelona I wanna discover the key and open the everywhere place A mix of sky from Montana, Dipped in FloriDada Flori, Flori, Flori, Flori, Florida FloriDada, FloriDada Flori, Flori, Flori, Flori, Florida FloriDada, FloriDada x2 verse 2 Old demented men Where is the place, We can extend Crooked state lines, Polka dot signs Say that this place is, A state of mind Pretty lip girls, Paint me the halls Not on a street, Not near a mall Raise me a thumb, From human skin That isn’t judged by, Where it begins Show me the clams, Show me the pearls Mail me a note, Sent from a world That isn’t so far, And always right here Where all the boundaries, Have disappeared And all the nights, Are stitched with a glue That’s sticking to me, And I’ll stick to you And I’ll take your hands, You’ll take my face And everywhere home will, Be a good place Pre-Chorus 2 I found myself there a collagin’ with all of the human race A dancer from Ghana, Smiling in Tijuana I Frankenstein java with touches of Prada and corn on the plates A smear of gardenia, In the fair hair of Sweden And maybe I actually visited some sort of mythical place Or was it a future, Connected by sutures Oh let’s go get lost in the image I made of the everywhere place I see the lads from Osaka, Dyed in FloriDada Flori, Flori, Flori, Flori, Florida FloriDada, FloriDada Flori, Flori, Flori, Flori, Florida FloriDada, FloriDada Bridge (Where’s) the bridge that’s gonna take me home A bridge that someone’s fighting over A bridge that someone’s paying for A bridge so old so let it go x4 Flori, Flori, Flori, Flori, Florida FloriDada, FloriDada Flori, Flori, Flori, Flori, Florida FloriDada, FloriDada x3