In the South of Florida
In the middle of the swamp
There's a little dance we all do
Called the Alligator Chomp
It gets your arms a flapping
And a tapping of the toes
Right along side the cedar stump
In the middle of the boat
Form your fingers into gator teeth
Then slap your hands out front
That's there's what we call in these parts
The Alligator Chomp
The swamp gets rather lively
It's a scene like nothing else
As the gators keep in beat
With the slapping of the tails
Never stop the arms from flapping though
That'd be your last mistake
Instead of the Alligator Chomp
You'd become Alligator Bait
It happens all to often
When someone falls off of the boat
They sink straight to the bottom
Into some alligators throat
We surely do miss our friends
As do their wives and kids
We ain't seen hide nor hair of them
Since their last gator dance
So if you find yourself in Florida
In the middle of the swamp
We'd love to have you join us
In some good old fashion Alligator Chomp
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 7:51 PM UTC
In the South of Florida
In the middle of the swamp
There's a little dance we all do
Called the Alligator Chomp
It gets your arms a flapping
And a tapping of the toes
Right along side the cedar stump
In the middle of the boat
Form your fingers into gator teeth
Then slap your hands out front
That's there's what we call in these parts
The Alligator Chomp
The swamp gets rather lively
It's a scene like nothing else
As the gators keep in beat
With the slapping of the tails
Never stop the arms from flapping though
That'd be your last mistake
Instead of the Alligator Chomp
You'd become Alligator Bait
It happens all to often
When someone falls off of the boat
They sink straight to the bottom
Into some alligators throat
We surely do miss our friends
As do their wives and kids
We ain't seen hide nor hair of them
Since their last gator dance
So if you find yourself in Florida
In the middle of the swamp
We'd love to have you join us
In some good old fashion Alligator Chomp
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