Floyd
I wonder how he's doing
My good friend Floyd
I haven't seen him for a while
He's very humanoid
Such a tall soul
I don't know what they feed him
Probably taller then his ma
Or even hers by now
That says a lot
He's kind of weird sometimes
He likes to play with fire
He liked it when i hollered
I did it with a smile
Practice what you're used to
That makes all the difference
What side of town you live on
How many pets you have
I'll see him in the summertime
I hope I recognize him
I hope he thinks of me
And dreams about my song
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