The Gator Boys

Gator Boys just shooting pool in an ol' honky tonk
When that girl came through the door you could've heard a pen drop
She walked right up and said, "Tell me the truth
Why they call you the Gator Boys?" I said, "Take a look at my boots"

Here come the Gator Boys, from the wrong side of the tracks
Top down, driving 'round in an old Cadillac
Here come the Gator Boys, hear all the ladies shout
Radio and the police know we're coming to your town
It goes a one, a two, three, Gator Boys in a red Cadillac
With the longhorns on the front and the guitars in the back

Police man parked on the corner, right down the Main
Watching all the cars go by on a quiet Saturday
Out of nowhere the Gator Boys come speed by in a flash
The police man spilled that coffee all in his lap

Here come the Gator Boys, ladies can't resist
We just here for a good time and all the catfish grits
Here come the Gator Boys, wanted by the police man
They say, "There go the Gator Boys, showing their ass again"
It goes a one, a two, three, Gator Boys in a gold Pontiac
Ladies love our gator boots and our tight Wrangler pants

Excited as an old blood hound with a opossum in a tree
Ladies come to see us singing in a three part harmony

Here come the Gator Boys, everybody raise their hands
People come from miles around to hear the hillbilly band
Here come the Gator Boys, hear all the ladies shout
Radio and the police know we're coming to your town
Radio and the police know we're coming to your town