Hammer on a skillet up they come
Showman whanging on a ballyhoo drum
Watch out, people I'm a greedy man
Swallowed all the fishes in the frying pan
Blood, gator blood, I got gator blood

Chicken on a hotplate gobbledegook
Come on up, honey and take a look
Mighty fine weather this time of year
Shake a tail feather you chicken you hear
Blood, gator blood, I got gator blood

Chicken on a hotplate it's gonna dance
Gonna lose these chickens my first chance
Don't you know I'm a flim flam man
A chicken show it ain't worth a damn
Gator blood, I got gator blood

I got a country boy, he's a bird who sings
Butter paddle, buck 'n wing
Kid's got a winner bonafide hit
I'm gonna have my dinner on a spit
Blood, gator blood, I got gator blood

Hoopla, humbug, howdy-do
Gonna make you into chicken stew
Alligator in the mud
Don't you know I got gator blood
Gator blood, I got gator blood

Never lend a dollar to your good friend Tom
Hogwash Holler is where he's from
If you got treasure all in a vault
And he gets you, baby that's your own fault
Gator blood, I got gator blood

I'm better with my muscles
than I am with my mouth
I'll work the fairgrounds in the summer
or go pick fruit down south
And when I feel them chilly winds
where the weather goes I'll follow
Pack up my travelling things
go with the swallows
And I might get lucky now and then - you win some
I might get lucky now and then - you win some

I wake up every morning
keep an eye on what I spent
Got to think about eating
got to think about paying the rent
I always think it's funny -
gets me every time
The one about happiness and money -
tell it to the bread line
But you might get lucky now and then - you win some
You might get lucky now and then - yeah, you win some

Now I'm rambling through this meadow
happy as a man can be
Think I'll just lay me down
under this old tree
On and on we go
through this old world a' shuffling
If you've got a truffle dog
you can go truffling
And you might get lucky now and then - you win some
You might get lucky now and then - yeah, you win some

I had to leave for certain
I like to come back now and then
Maybe I'm just returning
So I can leave again

The wind comes softly blowing
From the cold grey sea
She leans into my collar
Starts whispering to me

Go, love, if you're going
You keep looking down the track
Go, love, if you're going
I'll be here when you come back

Go, love, if you're going
Go, love, if you're going

So go, love, if you're going
Don't stay on account of me
Go, love, if you're going
If that's the way it's got to be

Go, love, if you're going
You keep looking down the track
Go, love, if you're going
I'll be here when you come back

Go, love, if you're going
Go, love, if you′re going

Beer and wine, waste of time - what have you got handy?
Got any whisky, got any gin? Have you got any brandy?
Beer and wine, waste of time - what have you got handy?
Got any whisky, got any gin? Have you got any brandy?
Don't lock me out - don't leave me in the cold
If you'll only take me back. I'll be good as gold

I met a man, name is Stan, had a dog called Cory
Lost my dough in Pompano but that's another story
I don't want no champagne fizz, I don't want no shandy
Don't want a Goodnight Kiss, it's just sugar candy
Don't lock me out - don't leave me in the cold
If you'll only take me back, I'll be good as gold

Baby, I guarantee you're going to see the man you used to know
No more easy come for me - no more easy go

Beer and wine, waste of time - what have you got handy?
Got any whisky, got any gin? Have you got any brandy?
Beer and wine, waste of time - what have you got handy?
Got any whisky, got any gin? Have you got any brandy?
Don't lock me out - don't leave me in the cold
If you'll only take me back, I'll be good as gold
Baby, I'll be good as gold
Believe me, I'll be good as gold

Flash goes a little hummingbird
A darting, whirring thread
At the screen door by his lemon tree
Out here with the quick and the dead
Designer blinds above L.A.
Frame the perfect view
It’s going to be another day
Of sun and shameless blue

By his cutting block the time has come
or the fruit there by the juicer
He’s grinds fresh coffee for himself
He’s meeting a producer
The L.A.Times lies on the stone
Warming there like bread
Hey, what’s not to like out here
With the quick and the dead?

Good on you, son, good on you
The Camden Shuffle and the old one-two
Good on you, son, good on you
Uh-huh, oh yeah
Good on you, son, good on you
The Camden Shuffle and the old one-two, yeah

Well, you want to know what happiness is?
In his eye there’s a hunter’s gleam
Something to look forward to
This cat’s gonna get the cream
The skin of a mango is so smooth
Smoother than the devil
Cut it, slice it, chop it up
To the rhythm of a Cockney rebel

Back in Blighty there’s a flat
On a grimy sink estate
That’s why he walked out of that
And went to the Golden State
Left the baccy and the beer
Where he was born and bred
Now he’s cutting it out here
With the quick and the dead

Good on you, son, good on you
The Camden Shuffle and the old one-two
Good on you, son, good on you
Uh-huh, oh yeah
What would you’d have had him do?
The Camden Shuffle and the old one-two

Yeah good on you son, good on you
The Camden Shuffle and the old one-two
Good on you, son, good on you
Uh-huh, oh yeah
Good on you, son, good on you
The Camden Shuffle and the old one-two, yeah

Well if you ain't got whiskey
Don't tell me that you ain't got gin
If you ain't got whiskey
Don't tell me that you ain't got gin
Well I got to have something
Need to get my medicine

Well I can play your fish fry
Play for change in town
I can play your fish fry
I can play for change in town
Well I got to have something
Keep me from going down

Well let me play you one thing
Somebody must have just got paid
Yeah, let me play you one thing
Somebody must have just got paid
Well I got to have something
Even if I don't get laid

Yes, if you ain't got whiskey
Don't tell me that you ain't got gin
If you ain't got whiskey
Don't tell me that you ain't got gin
Well I got to have something
Need to get my medicine
Yeah, I got to have something
Need to get my medicine