Lyrics:

Whose round, is it anyway?
I paid, just the other day
You know that, it's really not that hard
All you got to do is, pull out your credit card
You call yourself a friend of mine
But I am paying all the time
When it's time to drop some dough
You're the one that's always slow
You say that it's not that you're cheap
It's your arms are too short and your pockets are too deep
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It's your alligator arms, your arms, your arms
You've got alligator arms
It's your alligator arms, your arms, your arms
You've got alligator arms
My mother, thinks that you're a saint
Everybody else, we all know you ain't
My sister, has a crush on you
I bet she'd change her mind, if she only knew
The bill arrives, you're never found
Get to the bar and stand your round
Just once why don't you volunteer
Get up and buy us all a beer!
You say that it's not that you're cheap
It's your arms are too short and your pockets are too deep
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You really, don't seem to have a clue
We don't want to hang out, or go to bars with you
Your wallet, must have a lock and key
Or maybe you just think that everything in life is free
Were not asking for a yacht
We just want a whiskey shot
A beer or vodka would be fine
A cocktail or a glass of wine!
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I'm telling you, I'm telling you, I'll tell you this is what I think;
It's time to cowboy up and buy us all a drink
We all agree, it's got to be your shout
You better belly-up, and get your money out
When it comes to drinking you're the man
You drink more than a camel can
You're like a frickin' reservoir
You knock 'em back like Johnny Tarr!
You say that it's not that you're cheap
It's your arms are too short and your pockets are too deep
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