Lyrics The Gator and Me - Greaseball

I saw a man about a horse about a week ago
He sold me magic beans and a bridge in San Bernardino
Oh, I tried to build a house up out of sticks
For all the rowdy chicks
Naturally, it toppled down to bits
And your dirty magazines were on the ground
From falling on down
You hollered Merry Christmas Charlie Brown
I was falling out the mango tree
Where the snakes roam free
Till the day grows meek
In a faint glow
Yeah, I think I've been a rascal
And I think I've been a bad one
I know I've been an asshole
I hate to beg your pardon
But I fear
That I'll contract infections
From a crocodile tear on your cheekbone
What's to happen to the swamp
When the masochism stops
Watch an alligator scoff as he's dethroned
I don't know why, but I still thought
You were worth it

I had to put it back together again
And I'm never gonna dance no more
No, no, no, no, no, no

I tried to build a house made out of bricks
But it came crashing down with the shaking of a fist
And the rattle in my brain was the cackle of a witch
And the blackness in the drain
Was the carrot on a stick
I promised that I'd take you to the swimming hole
Forever caught my britches on the hook of my own fishing pole
I'm longing for that mango tree
Where the snakes roam free
Till the day grows meek in a faint glow
Maybe the plants grow pink and the grass glows green
You can have those things
But I can't though
I apologize, Miss Crabtree
I'm not a scholar, nor a golem, or an athlete
The homestead is happy where my seeds are never sowed
And the partisans agree there is a kingdom to behold
And I don't know why, but
I still thought
You were worth it

I had to put it back together again
And I'm never gonna dance no more
No, no, no, no, no, no

I was pissing in the wind
My shit-kicking grin
Licking up the lipids in your skin
I laughed madly at the modern cost of gasoline
And built myself a home out of all your dirty magazines
You'd play possum and I'd start shaking
The stakes were too high to ever be groundbreaking
I'm chopping down that mango tree
Where the snakes roam free
Till the day grows meek
In a faint glow
Where the lakes don't stink
And the hands come clean
O brother, I'm sorry I can't go
We've been dancing with the same ghosts
We've been lacking in our prayer but
I know I've been a saint though
It's the razor in my teeth
Hope the neighbors didn't see
Till the day I get my peace
It's the gator and me

It's the gator and me

Well those fireflies were made out of dust
And I don't wanna watch 'em glow no more
No, no, no, no, no, no