Lyrics:

Mama Saw An Alligator Crawling Through The Backyard
knockin' Over Garbage Cans
popa Said, 'son, Get That Old Shotgun
and We'll Put Him In The Frying Pan'

after The Fight When The Skillet Got Right
we All Had A Family Feast
i Remember It Well It Was A Night Of Hell
catchin' That Son Of A Beast

me And Brother Bob Was Out Chasing Wild Hogs
down In The Louisiana Swamp
we Caught Him In A Trap But He Fought His Way Out
we Ran Him In An Old Hollow Stomp

he Was Razor Blade Sharp, Snappin' In The Dark
tryin'a Eat Us Up With His Teeth
yeah, He Was Bad To The Bone, We Finally Got Him Home
he Was One Mean Son Of A Beast

you Got To Know How To Slit Through The Fog
to Survive In The Bayou
you Got To Be Sharper Than A Hawk Eye
when The Alligator Makes His Move

you Got To Be A Hunter Like An Old Swamp Cat
climbing Up In A Cyprus Tree
you Got To Be Quicker And A Whole Lot Slicker
than A Louisiana Son Of A Beast

you Got To Know How To Slit Through The Fog
to Survive In The Bayou
you Got To Be Sharper Than A Hawk Eye
when The Alligator Makes His Move

you Got To Be A Hunter Like An Old Swamp Cat
climbing Up In A Cyprus Tree
you Got To Be Quicker And A Whole Lot Slicker
than A Louisiana Son Of A Beast
yeah, You Got To Be Quicker And A Whole Lot Slicker
than A Louisiana Son Of A Beast