The Dead Milkmen
The Dead Milkmen
The Dead Milkmen
The Dead Milkmen
The Dead Milkmen
The Dead Milkmen
The Dead Milkmen
The Dead Milkmen
The Dead Milkmen
The Dead Milkmen
The Dead Milkmen
The Dead Milkmen
The Dead Milkmen
The Dead Milkmen
The Dead Milkmen
The Dead Milkmen
[Chorus]
I will trim your fir trees
And I will light your fire
And I will wrestle alligators
In your swampland of desire
[Verse 1]
And I will come upon you
Like lightning from above
And I will plant my feet into
Your quagmire of love
Quagmire of love
Quagmire of love
[Chorus]
I will trim your fir trees
And I will light your fire
And I will wrestle alligators
In your swampland of desire
[Verse 2]
So here's to my little sunbelt queen
I'll take you places that you've never been
And I will show you things
That you have never seen
And I will tell you all about Martin Sheen
[Guitar Solo]
[Chorus]
I will trim your fir trees
And I will light your fire
And I will wrestle alligators
In your swampland of desire
[Verse 3]
And I will come upon you
Like lightning from above
And I will plant my feet into
Your quagmire of love
[Chorus]
I will trim your fir trees
And I will light your fire
And I will wrestle alligators
In your swampland of desire