Ballad of the Florida Man

Ask me, if I’d wrestle a gator
 Well, I would Strut out the Everglades
 with python-skin boots
 you know I could I’m Miss Know-Nothing 
Quick, do something Hold me close 
so I feel you poking in my side
 with the tip of the knife
 you got me excited Oh, oh, Florida Man
 you’ll make a headline 
before you ever make one honest cent Oh, oh, Florida Man
 you’ll rob an Arby’s in broad daylight
 using a dildo and a mannequin hand My Florida Man Afterhours, that’s when we thrive when the sun’s down, we break out the moonshine. i’m yours, and you are mine an invasive species on an epic decline oh, oh Florida Man
 skippin out on bail to take me to Disney World so we can ride Space Mountain again oh, oh Florida Man you didn’t ask to be born here
 but you’ll be damned if you don’t live up to the reputation.