He oozes with pleasure, slithering out of the swamp
Secretes musk cologne for a moonlight night romp
My guitar is a lizard with fingers that crawl
My guitar is a lizard- listen to his love call:
Ah ah ah! Ah ah ah! Ah ah ah! Ah ah ah!
He’s the feared jungle hunter with the smooth scaly neck
It gobbles up small flies with a red-tongued fork fleck
My guitar is a lizard, making love in the slime
My guitar is a lizard, like the beginning of time
Ah ah ah! Ah ah ah! Ah ah ah! Ah ah ah!
He’s a slippery sex wizard, the females all know
Here comes Miss Liz Lizard, his eyes start to roll
Doesn’t bother to ask her what she’d like to do
Just slops her in mud spray as he runs her right through!
Bop boppity bop bop bop, oh oh oh oh oh
Urp urpity slurp slurp slurp, ah ah ah ah ah
And when the night’s over, my boy- he feels fine
Waddles onto a boulder, dries in the sunshine
My guitar is a lizard (4 times)
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
Copyright 1984 George Brian Ferrell