Alligator [2]

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