| Sleepy Alligator in the noon day sun,
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| Lyin' by the river just like he usually done.
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| Call for his whiskey, he can call for his tea,
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| Call all he want to, but he can’t call for me.
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| Oh no! |
| I’ve been there before,
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| And I ain’t gonna come around here any more.
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| Creepy alligator coming all around the bend,
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| Shoutin' about the times when we was mutual friends,
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| I checked my memory and I checked it quick, yes I will.
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| I checked it runnin' some old kind of trick.
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| Oh no! |
| Well I’ve been there before,
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| And I ain’t gonna come around here any more.
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| Riding down the river in an old canoe,
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| A bunch of bugs and an old tennis shoe.
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| Out of the river all ugly and green,
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| Came the biggest old alligator that I’ve ever seen!
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| Teeth big and pointy and his eyes were buggin' out,
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| Contracted the union, for the papers to route.
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| Screamin' and yellin', he was pickin' his chops,
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| He never runs he just stumbles and hops.
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| Just out of prison on ten dollars bail,
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| Mumblin' bitches and waggin' his tail. |