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crimson alligator, blinded by the surf |
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came here only yesterday from the worst place on this earth |
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but in this evil everglades |
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you'll find no peace of mind |
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watch out for the marsh shark |
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he'll rip off your behind |
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do not feed the oyster |
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under a cloud |
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he'll suck you like a seagull |
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into the sound |
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under a cloud, you do not feed the oysters |
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under the ground |
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under the ground |
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underground |
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I hope you got there early |
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and I hope you brought your date |
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I hope she traveled chicago |
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second class, not freight |
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wedding bells and christmas hail to the life you did aspire |
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no more time to fight about the tension in the choir |
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do not feed the oyster |
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under the clouds |
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he'll suck you like a seagull |
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into the sound |
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under a cloud, you do not feed the oysters |
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under the ground, under the ground, under the ground |
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under the ground, under the ground |
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underground |
