Crocodile Cryer Songtext

Martin Stephenson & The Daintees

von Boat To Bolivia

Crocodile Cryer Songtext
So sorry about yr friend
I heard he died the other day
And that a team of tall dark men
Came and carried him away
Over wayward churchyard ground
Where crocs like me gather round
To river up into a Lourdes for the damned

IN a house full of fairday fakes
Where the next-day neighbour makes the cakes
With Elton John records playing loud upstairs
It could be just the time to strike
I'll be casual and ask about
A will that could be mine throughout
An opportunist you might think
but I have to earn my brass

I'll take advantage, I'm a so-called friend
I'll push you from behind to save time
I'll stab you in the back as soon as look at you
For I'm a hypocrite, a crocodile cryer
and it feels so good

Well it's good of me for calling
God will be pleased with me for mourning
I'm a hypocrite, a crocodile cryer and it feels so good!
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