And then they found his boots, and they found his cap
But they couldn’t find anything else
Except a big bad alligator, sitting on a log
Looking mighty proud of himself
It don’t pay to hate somebody so bad you go
Stomping around in gator country
Now everyone blamed his old man
For making him mean as a snake
When Amos Moses was a boy
His daddy would use him for alligator bait
Tie a rope around his waist and throw him in the swamp
Alligator bait in the Louisiana bayou
Down in Louisiana, where the alligators grow so mean
Lived a girl, that I swear to the world
Made the alligators look tame
Polk salad Annie, gators got your granny
Everybody said it was a shame
Because her momma was a workin’ on the chain gang
A mean vicious woman
An ancient lunatic reigns
In the trees of the night
With hunger at her heels
Freedom in her eyes
She dances on her knees
Pirate prince at her side
Staring into the hollow idol’s eye
Wild child full of grace
Savior of the human race
Your cool face
Wild child
You got me coming outta exile
Baby girl, you know I’m liking your style
You’re gonna get my love today, yeah
That girl is pretty wild now (the girl’s a super freak)
The kind of girl you read about (in new-wave magazines)
That girl is pretty kinky (the girl’s a super freak)
I really love to taste her (every time we meet)
She’s alright, she’s alright
That girl’s alright with me
Yeah, hey, hey, hey, hey!
There she stood in the street
Smiling from her head to her feet
I said, “Hey, what is this, now baby”, maybe
Maybe she’s in need of a kiss
I said, “Hey, what’s your name baby?
Maybe we can see things the same”
Now don’t you wait or hesitate
Let’s move before they raise the parking rate
Ow!
All right now, baby, it’s all right now
All right now, baby, it’s all right now
Well, she was just seventeen,
You know what I mean,
And the way she looked was way beyond compare,
So how could I dance with another,
Oh when I saw her standing there
I saw him dancing there by the record machine
I knew he must have been about seventeen
The beat was going strong
Playing my favorite song
And I could tell it wouldn’t be long till he was with me, yeah me
And I could tell it wouldn’t be long till he was with me, yeah me
He was no more than a baby then
Well he seemed broken hearted
Something within him
But the moment that I first laid
Eyes on him all alone
On the edge of seventeen
Just like the white winged dove
Sings a song
That’s how she’s singing
Ooh baby ooh said ooh
I hear the ticking of the clock
I’m lying here; the room’s pitch-dark
I wonder where you are tonight
No answer on the telephone
And the night goes by so very slow
Oh, I hope that it won’t end, though, alone
Sylvia’s mother said Sylvia’s busy
Too busy to come to the phone
Sylvia’s mother said Sylvia’s trying to start a new life of her own
Sylvia’s mother said Sylvia’s happy
So why don’t you leave her alone?
And the operator said 40 cents more for the next three minutes
Operator, you can forget about this call
There’s no one there I really wanted to talk to
Thank you for your time; you’ve been so much more than kind
You can keep the dime
No need to ask
He’s a smooth operator
Smooth operator
Smooth operator
Smooth operator
Coast to coast, LA to Chicago, western male
Across the north and south, to Key Largo, love for sale
For just one moment in time
I want to walk where it is
Sustain a stature in life
Here comes a new type of light
Just what is going on
What is moving on
Dreamer dreamer
Trance as you dream
In trance as mission
Trans-American
One of these nights I may just jump down that rainbow way
Be with my baby, then we’ll spend some time together
So hologramic, oh my TVC one five
My baby’s in there someplace, love’s rating in the sky
So hologramic, oh my TVC one five
Transition
Transmission
Transition
Transmission
“What’s the frequency, Kenneth?” is your Benzedrine, uh-huh
I was brain-dead, locked out, numb, not up to speed
I thought I’d pegged you an idiot’s dream
Tunnel vision from the outsider’s screen
I never understood the frequency, uh-huh
You wore our expectations like an armored suit, uh-huh
Observe radio silence observe
Radio silence observe radio silence
Maintain radio silence throughout
She’ll tune in till the tune suits her right
She’ll tune in till the dial come all right
She’ll tune the dial till the needle’s in the white
Tune in tonight
Tune in tonight
Tune in tonight…
No, no, no
Try to think of nothing
Radio silence
Beside yourself if radio’s gonna stay
Reason, it could polish up the gray
Put that, put that, put that up your wall
That this isn’t country at all
Raving station
Beside yourself
Keep me out of country in the word
Deal the porch is leading us absurd
Push that, push that, push that to the hull
That this isn’t nothing at all
Straight off the boat
Where to go?
Callin’ on in transit
Callin’ on in transit
Radio Free Europe
Radio
There goes the last DJ
Who plays what he wants to play
And says what he wants to say, hey hey hey?
And there goes your freedom of choice
There goes the last human voice
There goes the last DJ