The Vandals - Gator hides

Alligator skins, crocodile hides, good ol' boys, and their Southern brides City folk come for the lure of the bounty But they don't come back 'cause the sheriff of the country is Buford T. Jefferson Davis III And I'm only here to warn you if you haven't heard about: Gator hides- a sheriff's pride Everyglades mirrored shades He's a good ol' boy but he ain't no good He'll bust your head on a stump Just like splittin' wood Got a story of his own though he ain't askin' for pity Saw his folks shot dead for twelve dollars in the city So Buford was orphaned by the city at ten Got a chip on his shoulder the size of Gentle Ben [Chorus] Hunted 10,000 islands, drank 10,000 beers Wanted 10,000 dollars, got 10,000 years So I drank myself blind, on a homemade solution As my body rots away in a penal institution So if you come for the gators let me give you a clue The shefiff of the county's got it in for you