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