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A long time ago in a swamp far, far away... |
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Where Louisiana meets |
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Texas and the snakes fall off the tree |
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The critters are gettin' restless, gettin' greedy and mean |
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The frogs all hate the toads, crocks all hate the gators |
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Ain't nobody gettin' along, they ain't teams, man, they just players (Oh no) |
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They all hatin' |
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They don't know |
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They all gonna get it! (Oh no) |
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They all hatin' |
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They all green, they don't see |
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They all gonna get it! |
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Trees fell in the river, cuttin' off the water to the swamp |
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But the critters didn't feel the tremor, chasin' tails around the stump |
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Birds flyin' by could spot it from the sky but only one froggy knew |
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That a gator with them big ol' teeth could chew down trees like a piece of meat |
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But the frog stood on up and used a little froggy voice |
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Y'all don't see we gotta get it together, right now we gotta make a choice! |
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Before the frog got his next word out all anybody saw was a gator mouth |
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Swallowin' the froggy whole, while the toads and the crocks all cheered about (Oh no) |
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They all hatin' |
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Swamps dryin' out, they don't know |
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They all gonna get it! (Oh no) |
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They all hatin' |
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They don't see |
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They all gonna get it! |
