That´s right

Well, the dogs are barkin´ and I´m out rockin´
Nobody home to throw them a bone
I was thinkin´ just the other day
Yeah, on my way back to U.S.A.

Oh, junk mail and bills in a letter box
Out on the line are my dirty socks
Had to jump the fence and break my lock
Yeah

Oh my God, I´m back in FLA
I got so much to do but I´m only here for a day
Wish I could pay for it while I´m in it
Seems like I´m there only for a minute
Me and the bank own a house down in FLA
Yeah

What in the world am I gonna do
Clock on the wall says a quarter to two
Well, the boys are on the bus and they´re waitin´ on me
I got soap in my eyes and I can´t see

Telephone´s ringin´, baby´s on the line
Tired of being here doin´ my time
Gotta hit the road runnin´, gotta get goodnight
Yeah

Oh my God, I´m back in FLA
I got so much to do but I´m only here for a day
Wish I could pay for it while I´m in it
Seems like I´m there only for a minute
Me and the bank own a house down in FLA

That´s right
Well, let´s do

Oh, wish I could pay for it while I´m in it
Seems like I´m there only for a minute
Me and the bank own a house
Yeah, me and the bank own a house
Oh, a run down shack in FLA

Yeah, that´s right

FLA, FLA, FLA
Yeah