Gaelic Storm - Alligator Arms lyrics

Whose round, is it anyway? I paid, just the other day You know that, it's really not that hard All you got to do is, pull out your credit card You call yourself a friend of mine But I am paying all the time When it's time to drop some dough You're the one that's always slow You say that it's not that you're cheap It's your arms are too short and your pockets are too deep Chorus It's your alligator arms, your arms, your arms You've got alligator arms It's your alligator arms, your arms, your arms You've got alligator arms My mother, thinks that you're a saint Everybody else, we all know you ain't My sister, has a crush on you I bet she'd change her mind, if she only knew The bill arrives, you're never found Get to the bar and stand your round Just once why don't you volunteer Get up and buy us all a beer! You say that it's not that you're cheap It's your arms are too short and your pockets are too deep Chorus You really, don't seem to have a clue We don't want to hang out, or go to bars with you Your wallet, must have a lock and key Or maybe you just think that everything in life is free Were not asking for a yacht We just want a whiskey shot A beer or vodka would be fine A co*ktail or a gla** of wine! Chorus I'm telling you, I'm telling you, I'll tell you this is what I think; It's time to cowboy up and buy us all a drink We all agree, it's got to be your shout You better belly-up, and get your money out When it comes to drinking you're the man You drink more than a camel can You're like a frickin' reservoir You knock 'em back like Johnny Tarr! You say that it's not that you're cheap It's your arms are too short and your pockets are too deep Chorus