Alligator Arms Lyrics & Chords By Gaelic Storm

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.
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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 aint.
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.
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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 cocktail or a glass of wine!
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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.
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