| Sailing out of Mexico heading up to New Orleans
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| Heard about the biggest treasure horde outside the Caribbean
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| One stormy night in Caillou Bay, we smashed into the reef
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| A flash of claws, a crash of jaws, a load of big white teeth
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| If you see an alligator
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| In your refrigerator
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| You better say, «See ya later»
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| Or you might end up dead
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| They say you should never smile
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| Right at a crocodile
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| He’ll drag you down into the deep
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| And eat your fucking head, yeah
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| Chomp, chomp
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| Chomp, chomp
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| Chomp, chomp, chomp
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| Our captain was the first to go, he got ripped into shreds
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| Still screaming as the alligator swallowed down his legs
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| One by one the crew all died in several nasty ways
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| The vision of that massacre still haunts me to this day
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| If you find a giant Cayman
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| You’re gonna have a really bad day, man
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| There’s nothing more to say than
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| «I won’t see you in a while»
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| Not even Russell Crowe
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| With a giant crossbow
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| Ain’t got a snowball’s chance in Hell
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| To save you from that crocodile, yeah
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| Chomp, chomp
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| Chomp, chomp
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| Why oh why did I jump into that swamp?
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| Mauled to death by alligators
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| All singing, «Chomp, chomp, chomp»
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| Time to die on a sub-aquatic romp
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| Mauled to death by alligators
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| All singing, «Chomp, chomp, chomp»
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| Chomp, chomp
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| Chomp, chomp
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| Chomp, chomp |