I walked to the swamp, and saw through the haze,
gators made of moonlight lost in a daze.
They held up a whisper, instead of a hand,
And showed me a world I could not understand.

One had a smile that I saw on a plane,
And one wore a hat made of fog and of rain.

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Gators in the swamp,
Chomp, chomp, chomp,
Gators in the swamp,
Chomp, chomp, chomp

There's a gator who surfs on a big lily pad,
Doing everything like he's never been sad.
There's one who can ripple his body to fly,
Between a green jungle and a red-painted sky.

They all share a silence that tastes like the air,
A strange, sleepy peace that was always right there.

(Chorus)

(Bridge)
Tony Joe, you know, and all the whole crew,
They told me there's nothin' pointless to do.

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