I’m-a mama-papa callin’ for you
I’m a space invader
I’ll be a rockin’ rollin’ [sup]bitch[/sup] for you!
Been a long night in Pennsylvania, has it? 
if6was9–you are not an Alligator, young padawan.
Your nose is too skinny, & you subsist on a diet of fish.
You are merely a Caiman, who was captured at an early age, sold from a pet store, & flushed down a toilet when you got too big.
Your desire to be an Alligator derives from your low self-esteem, & from your inability to spell “caiman”.
Consider joining our Giant Lizard Support Group. We have a celebrity member, a giant lizard who tried to pass himself off as Godzilla in a recent film, & ended up running from helicopters like a chickensh#t.
You’d fit right in.
“Frogs an’ snakes
in ma swimmin’ pool.
It was home sweet home
‘till the alge grew.
Life ain’t easy
tryin’ ta be a croc-o-dile.”
Scott Merritt, “Desperate Cosmetics”
Keep your mouth shut! You’re skwaking like a pink monkey-bird.
BTW, I ran across the Arnold Corns version for the first time the other day, I believe on Youtube. Weird stuff, even for that song.
Definitely in my top 10 albums of all time.
I could fall asleep at night as a rock and roll star.
Freak. Out. Ina moonage daydream, oh yeah.
Heard aboard the good ship Belafonte:
See ya later.
<small applause> Very nice. </small applause>