Hammer on a skillet up they come. Showman whanging on a ballyhoo drum. Watch out, people I'm a greedy man. Swallowed all the fishes in the frying pan. Blood, gator blood, I got gator blood
going back to gator country where the wine and the women are free There's a gator in the bushes, he's calling my name. And a saying come on boy, you better make it back home again. There's many roads
goin' back to the Gator Country where the wine and the women are free. . There's a gator in the bushes, he's calling my name (and he says. ). Come on, boy, you better make it back home, again. Many
