Sleepy alligator in the noon day sun Lyin' by the river just like he usually done, oh no! Call for his whiskey and he can call for his tea Call all he
Deep inside the merky swamp There lives the Alligator His policy is first to chomp And then ask questions later Although his lifestyle may seem
Where was I when the rockets came to life And carried you away into the alligator sky? Even though I'll never know what's up ahead I'm never lettin' go
it's a fear, it is near. the shape becomes ever clear. It bares teeth, extra sharp, that'll cut you in the heart. It attacks really quick, try and fight
One two three four five six seven! Said the Alligator King to his seven sons, "I'm feelin' mighty down. Whichever of you can cheer me up Will get to wear
Sensitive, it's true Alligator tears cried over you Over you, over you Over you, over you Run around on me Soon to die without Run around on me Die without
Mosquitos buzzin' round my head Spanish moss for my bed Very seldom see dry land cause I'm an alligator man I hunt the gator all night long sell his hide
(Kenya Slaughter Walker/Nick Pellegrino) I called him for days, he didn't answer the phone I drove by his house, I knew he was home A week's worth
A long time ago in a swamp far, far away Where Louisiana meets Texas And the snakes fall off the tree The critters are getting restless Getting greedy
Let's play a game of Russian roulette I'll load the gun, you place the bets Tell me who will make it out alive Let's play a game of Russian roulette
Andre Nickatina Caught up in the rhyme like a dopef iend, freaky heater back the fuck up if you cut your broke dreams, i keep the 40 fo' shizzle nizzle
(Slavens, Muller) taste of blood on my lips cold spot in my heart man of action plan of action no reaction cold spot in my heart there's a cold spot in
Run run run run run run run away Run run run run run run run away from me from me You breath like airs a tourist in your heart babe When colder weather
Hiding for the future, hiding because it's the way She will plant And give no grief to disposition She is an alligator Bet she'll tell you later I got
Open letter to the editor, here it comes I'm sick and tired of this goddamn love crap I'm sick and tired of this alligator love trap Hey, October, won
Ya alligator, ya space invader Ya swamp dweller makin' your rounds Ya agitator, I'll see ya later Don't stand so close to my ground Ya alligator, ya
Hey the sheriff pulled me over and he started his jive In a 20 mile zone I was doing twenty-five Son keep your lead foot off the accelerator If you don
