(Audience) Alligator? CY Alligator?

Black alligator.

Alligator bag, figured print, summer shoes.

I'm half alligator, half snapping' turtle.

Across between an alligator and an ostrich.

And the alligator has some very sophisticated senses.

They have some nice alligator bags at Bergdorf's.

The old brain is still there. You still have that alligator brain.

And I actually made up a little character whose name was Mr. Alligator.

And I would pack a little bag and wait for Mr. Alligator to come.

An alligator stuff'd, and other skins Of ill shaped fishes and about his shelves

Well I'll argue a non intelligent brain, we got hold of an old brain, and we're going to say it's like a non mammal, like a reptile, so I'll say, an alligator we have an alligator.

But we don't consider the alligator very intelligent, not like in a human sort of way.

Even that alligator handbag his wife left on the bedpost. He had it hidden in the dresser.

Now, Mr. Alligator never did come, but the idea of Mr. Alligator coming actually saved my sanity and made it OK for me to keep going because I believed, in the distance, there would be someone coming to rescue me.

Now, Mr. Alligator never did come, but the idea of Mr. Alligator coming actually saved my sanity and made it OK for me to keep going, because I believed, in the distance, there would be someone coming to rescue me.

And I would go and pack a little bag and I would wait for Mr. Alligator to come.

For example, in New Orleans we have Cajun Chinese food, where they serve Sichuan alligator and sweet and sour crawfish.

And it hit me in that moment that it had taken 47 years, but that Mr. Alligator had finally shown up.

In Alligator Bayou, which takes place in 1899 in Tallulah, Louisiana, we are in the middle of the Jim Crow South.

Would you be a darling and look under the bed and see if you can find a pair of alligator shoes?

For example, you know, in New Orleans we have Cajun Chinese food, where they serve Sichuan alligator and sweet and sour crawfish, right?

And I actually made up a little character whose name was Mr. Alligator, and I would call him up when things got really bad, and I would say it was time to come and pick me up.

When the thought of being thrown into an alligator pit, I salivated it Weight is up, hands up like it's 12 noon, nah, homie Hold them bitches straight up, up wave 'em 'til you dislocate a rotator cuff Came up rough, came to ruffle feathers, nah, egos I ain't deflate enough, last chance to make this whole stadium erupt cause