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