Louisiana Son of a Beast

Mama saw an alligator crawlin' through the backyard

Knockin' over garbage cans

Papa said, "Son, get my old shotgun

And we'll put him in the fryin' pan"

After the fight when the skillet got right

We all had a family feast

I remember it well, it was a night of hell

Catchin' that son of a beast

Me and brother Bob was out chasin' wild hogs

Down in the Louisiana swamp

We caught him in a trap but he fought his way out

We ran him in an old hollow stump

He was razor blade sharp, snappin' in the dark

Tryin' to eat us up with his teeth

Yeah, he was bad to the bone but we finally got him home

He was one mean son of a beast

You got to know how to slip through the fog

Survivin' in the Bayou

You gotta be sharper than a hawk eye

When the alligator makes his move

You gotta be a hunter like an old swamp cat

Climbin' up in a cypress tree

You got to be quicker and a whole lot slicker

Than a Louisiana son of a beast

You got to know how to slip through the fog

Survivin' in the Bayou

You gotta be sharper than a hawk eye

When the alligator makes his move

You gotta be a hunter like an old swamp cat

Climbin' up in a cypress tree

You gotta be quicker and a whole lot slicker

Than a Louisiana son of a beast

Yeah, you gotta be quicker and a whole lot slicker

Than a Louisiana son of a beast