where the alligators roam
I'm a little lost friend,
an d I'm never going back
I'm stepping on the street
Looking, looking everywhere
Maybe I'm in with a chance
Here come a clickety -clack
and I believe she's a -lookin' back
I be lieve she's a -lookin' back
I see her stop, now I see her stop
I see her stop, turn her double back
I'm looking, looking, looking, everywhere
Where the cars are the stars
I hear hip -hop and grime music
Hey, the boys are on the prowl
Some of them packin' heat
They know a bird in their hand
Has worked two on the street
Packin' heat in the heart of the city
Oh, the heart of the city
I said the heart, heart of the city
The heart, heart of the city