| Sleepy alligator in the noonday sun
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| Sleeping by the river just like he usually done
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| Call for his whisky
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| He can call for his tea
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| Call all he want to but he
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| Can’t call me
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| Oh no
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| I been there before
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| And I’m not coming back around
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| There no more
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| Creepy alligator coming all around the bend
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| Talking bout the times when we was mutual friends
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| I check my memory
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| I check it quick yes I will
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| I check it running
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| Some old kind of trick
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| Oh no well I
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| Been there before
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| And I ain’t a coming back around
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| There no more
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| No I’m not
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| Hung up waiting for a windy day
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| Hung up waiting for a windy day
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| Tear down the Fillmore
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| Gas the Avalon
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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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| The biggest old alligator that I’ve ever seen
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| Teeth big and pointed and his eyes were bugging out
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| Contact the union, put the beggars to route
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| Screaming and yelling and licking his chops
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| He never runs he just stumbles and hops
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| Just out of prison on six dollars bail
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| Mumbling at bitches and wagging his tail
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| Alligator running round my door
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| Alligator creeping round the corner of my cabin door
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| He’s coming round to bother me some more |