Gator Because he knows when shit's for real He'll wash his hands in molten steel He brought a soup spoon to a knife fight And he claimed he invented Lite Brite Ooooh He always plays in tune He needs no parachute He always wins at Clue Gator Because he always scores a touchdown And he wrote the final countdown You know he built the Eiffel Tower He'll never drink a whiskey sour Ooooh He always tells the truth He never bends the rules He'll lend you all his tools Gator He'll punch a weredog off his feet now He'll help your grandma cross the street now Because he's always got our back now He's even playing on this track now Ooooh His watch is all high noon He never gets the blues He's solid through and through He always plays in tune He's never misconstrued We bid you all adieu