You're here and I'm here to suffer in the cause of art
I chose you out of the crowd to screen test all the part
No crack, the All Blacks are with us on your Mum's settee
They ain't got nothing to do with you and/or me

Oh come on Sam, come on Sam
If you're an operator
Bring on the aligators
Bring on the aligators
Bring on the aligators
If Salvador was here he'd think it was his birthday

Cold out, I sold out, it breaks me heart to see you down
Just don't go screwing me up (or down or round and round)
Cracked up, we packed up, I couldn't stand the atmosphere
I told you to never bring your relatives in here

Oh come on Sam, come on Sam
If you're an operator
Bring on the aligators
Bring on the aligators
Bring on the aligators
Have another pill to aid your concentration

1 2 3 4 ... 1 2 3 4 (in Polish)

I'm crucial, so crucial, waiting for the phone to ring
You led me to understand you'd stop this happening
Tough dear, I still hear you screaming in my wildest dreams
I'm not sure it's healthy what you do behind those screens

Oh come on Sam, come on Sam
It ain't no good stealing other peoples' nightmares
If Salvador was here he'd think it was his birthday
Ain't no good writing letters to the Pope

Bring on the aligators
Bring on the aligators
Bring on the aligators
Bring on the aligators


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