YEEEEEHAAAAWWWWWW! HIGH FIVE FOR GOOD OL' AMERICAN HEAD GATOR STYLE!
On a jet to NYC
With his junkie whore baybee
Brett crashes in the swamp
Where he got the redneck dick stomp!
BRETT RAN! HE WAS SCARED
BRETT RAN! AWAY FROM THERE!!
In a town full of skanks
Ain't no way to hide the stank
Saw a skank looked like Bette Midler
He said "What the hell" an' then he did her
BRETT RAN! HE WAS SCARED
BRETT RAN! AWAY FROM THERE!!
He ran into Mother Tucker's
For Satanic chicken fuckers
Strapped him to a bale of hay
Where he's gonna be the devils pay
BRETT RAN! HE WAS SCARED
BRETT RAN! AWAY FROM THERE!!
Now every goth boy needs a pal
And in walked this gator gal
There ain't nothin' quite like gator lovin'
Pushin' Bitin' Kickin' Shovin'
BRETT RAN! HE WAS SCARED
BRETT RAN! AWAY FROM THERE!!
GATOR LOVE SOOEEEEE!
BRETT RAN! HE WAS SCARED
BRETT RAN! AWAY FROM THERE!!
Now 9 months come to pass
With his gator piece of ass
She's layin' eggs in the sand
She births a little baby Brett man
BRETT RAN! HE WAS SCARED
BRETT RAN! AWAY FROM THEREEach one of them baybee gators
Looked like a tiny baby Brett
Now that is somethin' that he's gonna regret
BRETT RAN! HE WAS SCARED
BRETT RAN! AWAY FROM THERE!! a concept by Jenny DevilDoll and Lisssa Darrow lyrics - Jenny DevilDoll music --Lisssa Darrow