Greater days, steamy swamp thang Look away from the gator my eye spies I see someone walking down the street, oh no Feeding hate to every eye she meets, ooh yeah How could mother bear that child? Lonely nights, steamy swamp thang Look away from the gator my eye spies I see someone walking down the street, oh no Feeding hate to every eye she meets, ooh yeah, yeah How could mother bear that child? I see someone walking down the street, oh yeah Feeding hate to every eye she meets, ooh yeah How could mother bear that child?