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Crocodile (the penthouse)

right here in this little town
so cute so nice
clean children all around
almost looks like paradise
and all these little girls & boys
were never short on sweets & toys
they all had a drum kit & a cat
and don't forget the best they had
they were playin' all the while
with their sweet little crocodile
you know that man his little crocodile
you wouldn't ever seem to smile

they tried to make him walk, teached him tricks
they even fed him nickels, just for kicks

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aant.

 

but he grew up and he grew out

 

and in due time their kicks ran out

 

he wouldn't nod, he wouldn't wink

 

so they flushed him down the sink

 

he would not nod and he would not wink

 

so one day they flushed him down the sink

 

blame your sister for your tears

 

blame your brother for your fears

 

but babe you better stay in style

 

don't you ever blame the crocodile

 

 

 

he took his share and kept his cool

 

he used his power for a tool

 

so don't be surprised that one night

 

the drains were open wide

 

and there's only one left to smile

 

blame your sister for your tears

 

blame your brother for your fears

 

but babe you better stay in style

 

don't you ever blame the crocodile

 

blame your father for your name

 

blame the Lord for misery & shame

 

but babe you better stay in style

 

don't you ever blame the crocodile