Swampland Of Desire — The Dead Milkmen

I will trim your fir trees And I will light your fire And I will wrestle alligators In your swampland of desire

And I will come upon you Like lightning from above And I will plant my feet into Your quagmire of love Quagmire of love

I will trim your fir trees And I will light your fire And I will wrestle alligators In your swampland of desire

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

I will trim your fir trees And I will light your fire And I will wrestle alligators In your swampland of desire

And I will come upon you Like lightning from above And I will plant my feet into Your quagmire of love

I will trim your fir trees And I will light your fire And I will wrestle alligators In your swampland of desire