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[Intro — spoken, deadpan news anchor]
We interrupt this program with breaking news…
Authorities are searching for a Florida man…
[Guitar kicks in]
[Verse 1]
He woke up Tuesday morning
With a beer already planned
No shirt, no shoes, no problem
He’s a Florida man
Found a gator by the highway
Said, “Well, ain’t this my lucky day?”
Took him through the Wendy’s drive-thru
And tossed that thing away!
[Chorus]
FLORIDA MAN! FLORIDA MAN!
Doing things that no one else can!
Half-dressed, sunburned, running from the law
Nobody knows what the hell he saw!
From Pensacola to the Key West sand
There goes Florida Man!
[Verse 2]
Got tired of waiting at the hospital
Said, “Man, I’m going home”
But he didn’t have a ride there
So he found one of his own
There’s an ambulance out front
Keys inside — well, ain’t that grand?
The cops said, “Sir, you stole it!”
He said, “Yeah…I’m Florida Man.”
[Chorus]
FLORIDA MAN! FLORIDA MAN!
Doing things that no one else can!
Half-dressed, sunburned, running from the law
Nobody knows what the hell he saw!
From Pensacola to the Key West sand
There goes Florida Man!
[Spoken — news bulletin]
This just in…
Authorities have arrested a man attempting to break INTO jail…
Apparently, his friends were inside.
[Verse 3]
He practiced karate on the swans
He called nine-one-one for booze
He stole himself a scooter
To take his lady out for brews
He looked up at a hurricane
Said, “Boys, I’ve got a plan!”
Everybody else took shelter
Not our Florida Man!
[Chorus]
FLORIDA MAN! FLORIDA MAN!
Doing things that no one else can!
Half-dressed, sunburned, running from the law
Nobody knows what the hell he saw!
From Pensacola to the Key West sand
There goes Florida Man!
[Instrumental — screaming slide guitar]
[Bridge — half-time, dramatic]
He fears no beast…
He fears no storm…
He fears no judge…
Or social norm…
He’s got no shirt…
He’s got no plan…
He’s got a court date Tuesday morn!
[STOP]
…Florida Man.
[FINAL CHORUS — huge]
FLORIDA MAN! FLORIDA MAN!
Doing things that no one else can!
Half-dressed, sunburned, running from the law
Nobody knows what the hell he saw!
If it sounds impossible, bizarre or unplanned
If there’s beer, a gator and a warrant in hand
You don’t need a name to understand…
FLORIDA MAAAAAAN!
[Outro — news anchor over fading guitar]
In related news, he has been released on bond.
Back to you, Jim.
Details
GeneratedAug 16, 2026
Duration4:51
LanguageEnglish
Style
Fast Southern swamp rock, gritty male vocal, slide guitar, driving drums, comic storytelling, big singalong chorus, 145
Credits
Prompt bySweetBandit705
ModelAria v5.5
