New blog feature: Stoopid lyrics

I've decided to start a new blog feature called Stoopid lyrics. From time to time I will share with you the lyrics to songs we've all heard before that make no sense. This doesn't mean the song is no good. If fact, I/you may really like the melody, but the lyrics are stoopid. Could be fun, right? Well, let's get started with it today!

Come Together (The Beatles)

Here come old flattop he come grooving up slowly
He got joo-joo eyeball he one holy roller
He got hair down to his knee
Got to be a joker he just do what he please

He wear no shoeshine he got toe-jam football
He got monkey finger he shoot coca-cola
He say "i know you, you know me"
One thing i can tell you is you got to be free

Come together right now over me

He bag production he got walrus gumboot
He got ono sideboard he one spinal cracker
He got feet down below his knee
Hold you in his armchair you can feel his disease

Come together right now over me

He roller-coaster he got early warning
He got muddy water he one mojo filter
He say "one and one and one is three"
Got to be good-looking 'cause he's so hard to see

Come together right now over me

Crush du Jour: Miguel Sanz