I have been seeking P.F. Sloan
But no one knows where he has gone
No one ever heard the song
That good old boy sent winging
Now you might sigh
And you might moan
And sweat
About the skin and bone
You just smiled
And read the Rolling Stone
While he continued singing
Yeah, now listen to him singing
No no no no no no no no no no no
Don't sing this song
No, people, don't you sing this song
No no no no no no no no no no no
Don't sing this song
It belongs to P.F. Sloan
Oh from now on
My old friend Trigger up and died
Now they've got him stuffed and dried
You know they've tanned his hide
He's crucified
Starin' glassy eyed
Out through the portable door
London bridge was finally found
They moved it to another town
And now all the people gather round
To watch the bridge fall down
But I don't think it will no more
No no no no no no no no no no no
Don't sing this song
No, don't sing this song
No no no no no no no no no no no
Don't sing this song
It belongs to P.F. Sloan
Oh from now on
Nixon came and came to stay
He could not wash his sins away
I heard it on the news today
But it set my ears to ringing
Last time I saw P.F. Sloan
He was summer burned and winter blown
He turned the corner all alone
But he continued singing
Yeah now, listen to him singing
No no no no no no no no no no no
Don't sing this song
No, don't sing this song
No no no no no no no no no no no
Don't sing this song
It belongs to P.F. Sloan
Oh from now on
