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It's a shopping mall
It's a parking lot
It's a tiki bar
It's a tequila shot
It's a lightning strike
It's a hurricane
It's three months of sun
And nine months of rain
It's a moldy room
It's an empty swamp
It's a crowded beach
It's a flimsy chair
It's a rub and tug
It's a flying bug
It's a billionaire
Florida la la la la la
Florida la la la la lo
How they laugh at the Sunshine State
Til the moment it starts to snow
Then the passengers crowd the gate
For that one place they've got to go
And it's always fa la la la la
Florida la la la
It's a floppy hat
From a sandal shop
It's a traffic jam
On an island hop
It's a broken blade
On a ceiling fan
It's a too tight shirt
On an old white man
It's a talking bird
It's a putting green
It's a place to die
It's a Russian joke
It's a line of coke
It's a key lime pie
And with all of that said
Now I've made it my home
Yes I've made it my home now
And I'm not leaving Naples for Rome
Port St. Lucie for Paris
Okeechobee for anywhere
You can say what you want, you can call me a fool
As I'm taking your call by the pool
Fa la la la la
Florida la la la la la
Florida la la la la lo
You may like it in Tennessee
You may like it in Idaho
You may like it in Michigan
Or in Maine or New Mexico
But I love/hate fa la la la la Florida la la la