I went down to the fishing hole, with a line and a pole 
The ice gave way and I fell in, the police went to 
inform my next of kin 

But I didn't drown I held my breath, I figured that I'd 
fake my death 

As I drifted down the Gulf stream to Miami 

I dried off at the blood bank, got a rental with a full 
tank 

Headed south, not even thinking I was jammy 

CHORUS
I'm funky and I'm free 
This is how I plan to be 

I'm a rockin', good-time boy 

And I can't contain my joy, I can't contain my joy 

VERSE 2
I had a friend who took a wife - did too much junk and 
lost her life 
He ran away to kill the pain - such a shame, he didn't 

They found his legs in Wavertree, his arms were in 
Fazakerley 

The Doctors somehow put him back together 

Now he lives down in the Dingle, says he's happy being 
single 

Smokes a lot of dope, and rambles on forever 

VERSE 3
One day I plan to own a boat, on bright blue water I 
will float 
A good strong woman by my side, across life's sweet 
ocean we will glide 

For the unknown is the wonder, though you're frightened 
by the thunder 

It's the danger that appeals and keeps you going 

Though it's hard to know the answers, or the names of 
all the dancers 

Just as long as this delicious wine keeps flowing 

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