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This song is based on a story we came up with during a 2 hour long conversation about what the word floff means.
lyrics
Dad: Boy ave i ever told you bout the story of the first floff?
Boey: No, dad, stop being such a raging faget.
Dad: Come on boy i gotta tell you the story come on
(Daddy starts playing clewed guitar)
Boey: Frickin crap dad god dangit
Dad: No cusing son
Now back in '67
There was a brave man
He lived with his roommate
The legend himself
He dropped to the floor
And began to spaz out
His friend thought he was dancing
So he joined in too
Now as it turns out
His friend had a siezure
And he died moments later
(2 minute guitar solo)
Everyone dropped down
And flopped like an epileptic
In the honour of this legend
At his funeral service
This was called floffing
Every single night to this day
The man who started the trend
Cries himself to sleep
While floffing in memory of his friend
The original floffer
May he rest and floff in peace
Boey: That was pretty gay dad I'm going back to my room to 4...20 blaze it
