Story passed down from father to son, by the king of the swamp, he was second to none
Cleans those gators in a one-room shack, walking down the road, got a ten-footer on his back
Hey, Joe, you better come running, midnight and the gators are coming
Moon is high, tide is low
Have mercy, it's Alligator Joe
He was a big ol' man, who never meant no harm, just ten years old, when a gator took his arm
If your head's a little smooth, you better watch out, he'll track you down, bring ya' out (take it out of my house)
Hey, Joe, you better come running, midnight and the gators are coming
Moon is high, tide is low
Have mercy, it's Alligator Joe
You'll soon be a goner, let's go, baby
Story passed down from father to son, like a kid in a swamp, he was second to none
In a barroom brawl, he's the first to fight, in a gator brawl, he's the first one to bite
Hey, Joe, you better come running, midnight and the gators are coming
The moon is high, tide is low
Have mercy, it's Alligator Joe
Oh, take my mercy
Alligator Joe
Alligator Joe
Alligator Joe
Alligator Joe
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