| Well I was born on a Friday in the Florida sun
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| By the Kiss Me River and before I was one
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| My momma alligator said to me with a smile,
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| «Let me show you how to walk in a particular style»
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| «You take a little bit of country and some slow rock 'n roll»
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| «What you got going is the Alligator Stroll»
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| Okay
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| I hold my head up high
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| I keep my feet on the ground
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| I never hurry, never worry as I’m strollin around
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| I can keep a certain tempo that is lazy and sweet
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| And I don’t need shoes cause I got alligator feet
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| Take a little bit of country and some slow rock 'n roll
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| And what you got going is the Alligator Stroll
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| I don’t want to fight
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| I don’t want to bite
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| I use my seventy-five teeth for a smile so bright
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| You can recognize me by my rose-colored shades
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| As I make my strollin way through the Everglades
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| I’m strollin
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| Still strollin
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| Yeah
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| Oh, oh, oh, bless my soul
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| What we got going is the Alligator Stroll
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| Left, right
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| Left, right
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| I got a letter from my cousins in the Great Dismal Swamp
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| They said they want to teach me their Alligator Stomp
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| So I’m strollin that direction in the way that I do
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| I hope to reach the Carolinas by the time I’m eighty-two
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| If you like a little country and some slow rock 'n roll
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| You can follow right behind me with the Alligator Stroll
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| Put on your shades
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| Looks good
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| Follow me
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| We’re going left, right
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| left, right
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| Give a Hollywood smile with those teeth so white
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| Now stroll to the left
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| Back, forth
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| Now we’re strollin to the right
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| Step South, step North
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| Now we’re strollin straight ahead in an alligator roll
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| And every now and then we do a little dosie-do
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| Hey rock, roll
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| Rock, roll
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| All the way to Carolina with the Alligator
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| I’m in no hurry
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| Stroll
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| See you later
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| Alligator |