I’m a Gila Monster, baby/and you’re moving too fast.
Got short stubby arms/slapdashed orange and black
I don’t wanna fight you/I just wanna bite you
Die, die, the die is cast
Eating eggs, scrambled and fried/Nowhere those embryos can hide.
Everyday’s a hot one without fail/Storing fat inside of my tail.
Hiss Hiss, Gila Monster Flop
I’m a Gila Monster, honey/with a venomous mouth.
The tiniest of terrors/in the west of the south.
Living underground/Wicked hissing sound.
Without, without a doubt
Eating eggs, scrambled and fried/Nowhere those embryos can hide.
Everyday’s a hot one without fail/Storing fat inside of my tail.
Hiss Hiss, Gila Monster Flop
Please don’t let me be misunderstood.
I don’t live in Nosferatu’s neighborhood
Just a humble desert dweller. He’s frightened millions
When’s it such a crime just to be reptilian?
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