Sent a crocodile to Washington.
They sent that croc back to me.
They said, he can’t get along with anyone.
Sadly, that’s a fact, although he’s a she.

I should have sent my alligator
To chew through the hullabaloo,
‘Cuz a crock just hasn’t a clue
What a real live swampy gator can do.

So I sent them back a gator,
A big ol’ boy to boot.
Made him carry a crock-skin briefcase
While wearing a shark skin suit.

He was supposed to take your retirement
And turn it into a fortune.
Instead he pocketed the cash
And landed a round house on your chin.

He sold us out for a private island
And a cabana made of bamboo.
Turns out a man just hasn’t a clue
What a real live swampy gator will do.

So I just stay out of Washington now.
The dialogue’s been getting hotter.
Some say its the death of civility.
I think it’s something in the water.