A long time ago in a swamp far, far away
Where Louisiana meets Texas
And the snakes fall off the tree
The critters are getting restless
Getting greedy and mean
The frogs all hate the toads
Crocks all hate the gators
Ain't nobody getting along
They ain't teams, man, they just players
(Oh, no) they all hating
They don't know
They all gonna get it
(Oh, no) they all hating
They all green
They don't see
They all gonna get it
Trees fell in the river, cutting off the water to the swamp
But the critters didn't feel the tremor, chasing tails around the stump
The birds flying by could spot it from the sky but only one froggy knew
That a gator with them ol teeth could chew down trees like a piece of meat
But the frog stood on up and used a little froggy voice
"Y'all don't see we gotta get it together, right now, we gotta make a choice"
Before the frog got his next word out all anybody saw was a gator mouth
Swallowing the froggy whole, while the toads and the crocks all cheered about
(Oh, no) they all hating
Swamps drying out, they don't know
They all gonna get it
(Oh, no) they all hating
They don't see
They all gonna get it
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