Gator

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