Song Lyrics

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

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 Florida-da

Flori, Flori, Flori, Flori, Florida
Florida-da, Florida-da
Flori, Flori, Flori, Flori, Florida
Florida-da, Florida-da
Flori, Flori, Flori, Flori, Florida
Florida-da, Florida-da
Flori, Flori, Flori, Flori, Florida
Florida-da, Florida-da

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
I'll take your hands, you'll take my face
And everywhere home will be a good place

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 Florida-da

Flori, Flori, Flori, Flori, Florida
Florida-da, Florida-da
Flori, Flori, Flori, Flori, Florida
Florida-da, Florida-da

Where's the bridge that's gonna take me home?
The bridge that someone's fighting over
A bridge that someone's paying for
A bridge so old so let it go
Where's the bridge that's gonna take me home?
The bridge that someone's fighting over
A bridge that someone's paying for
A bridge so old so let it go
Where's the bridge that's gonna take me home?
The bridge that someone's fighting over
A bridge that someone's paying for
A bridge so old so let it go
Where's the bridge that's gonna take me home?
The bridge that someone's fighting over
A bridge that someone's paying for
A bridge so old so let it go

Flori, Flori, Flori, Flori, Florida
Florida-da, Florida-da
Flori, Flori, Flori, Flori, Florida
Florida-da, Florida-da
Flori, Flori, Flori, Flori, Florida
Florida-da, Florida-da
Flori, Flori, Flori, Flori, Florida
Florida-da, Florida-da
Flori, Flori, Flori, Flori, Florida
Florida-da, Florida-da
Flori, Flori, Flori, Flori, Florida
Florida-da, Florida-da

Noah Benjamin Lennox, David Michael Portner, Brian Ross Weitz

The duration of FloriDada is 4:05 minutes and seconds.