P.F. Sloan

Na, na-na-na, na-na, na-na, na, na-na
Don’t sing this song
Don’t sing this song
I have been seekin' P.F. Sloan
But no one knows where he has gone
No one ever heard the song
That good old boy set wingin'
Now, you might sigh and you might moan
And you might sweat about the skin and bone
You just smiled and read the Rolling Stone
While he continued singin'
Yeah, now listen to him singin'
Na, na-na-na, na-na, na-na, na, na-na
Don’t sing this song
No, people, don’t you sing this song
Na, na-na-na, na-na, na-na, na, na-na
Don’t sing this song
It belongs to P.F. Sloan
Oh, oh from now on
(My old friend, Trigger, up and died
Now, they got him stuffed and dried
Well, they’ve tanned his hide and crucified
Got him starin' glassy-eyed
Out through the portal door)
Nixon’s come and bound to stay
He’s taken all of my sins away
(I heard it on the news today
But it set my ears to ringin')
Can’t you hear the people singin'?
Na, na-na-na, na-na, na-na, na, na-na
Don’t sing this song
No, people, don’t you sing this song
Na, na-na-na, na-na, na-na, na, na-na
Don’t sing this song
It belongs to P.F. Sloan
Oh, oh from now, from now on
Last time I saw P.F. Sloan
He was summer burned and winter blown
He turned the corner all alone
But he continued singin'
Yeah now, listen to him singin'
Na, na-na-na, na-na, na-na, na, na-na
Don’t sing this song
No, people, don’t you sing this song
Na, na-na-na, na-na, na-na, na, na-na
Don’t sing this song
It belongs to P.F. Sloan
Oh, oh, oh from now, from now on
Na, na-na-na, na-na, na-na, na, na-na
Don’t sing this song
No, people, don’t you sing this song
Na, na-na-na, na-na, na-na, na, na-na
Don’t sing this song
It belongs to P.F. Sloan
Oh, oh, oh from now, from now on
Na, na-na-na, na-na, na-na-na, na, na
Don’t sing this song
No, people, don’t you sing this song
Na, na-na-na, na-na, na-na, na, na-na
Don’t sing this song
It belongs to P.F. Sloan
Oh, oh, oh from now, from now on
Na, na-na-na, na-na, na-na, na, na-na
Don’t sing this song
No, people, don’t you sing this song
Na, na-na-na, na-na, na-na, na, na-na
Don’t sing this song
It belongs to P.F. Sloan
Oh, oh, oh from now