You bought the sofa
That I wanted for years
And it makes me cry, but they're crocodile tears.

And when we're hungry
They will slaughter the steers
And it makes me cry, but they're crocodile tears.

And there's a reason why
Concern is cut down to size
There are no eyelids on the crocodile
He can't close his eyes.

The road not taken
To oblivion veers
And it makes me cry, but they're crocodile tears.

There is a moral, but it just disappears
And it makes me cry, but they're crocodile tears.