Puddles of Alligators Songtext
von Walter Mitty and His Makeshift Orchestra

Puddles of alligators
Are napping on my tongue
I try my best to entertain them
But my best isn′t enough
So why don't you come over?
Cause no one else is home
I′ll show you all my little gators
I'm not safe when I'm alone


You see they ripped open the Cheerios
And threw them all across the floor
They make me punch holes in the drywall
Tell me to always lock my door
You see they made me kill the tv
They made me hate my little phone
They took a knife to all my neighbors
So I could finally be alone

Oh my puddles of alligators
I think they′re starting to wake up
And I don′t know how to amuse them
And I don't think I have the guts
So please, please can you come over?
Cause now there′s no one left at home
Just keep me calm til I can tame them
I can't handle this alone