The moss hangs like witches hair from the big oak tree And from across the swamp there comes riding on the breeze The sound -- the sound -- Bi-Yo rhythm -- Bi-Yo rhythm
The rooster is born a fighter Wears those surgeon blades on his legs Hot blood, cold eyes Headed for an early grave He moves -- he moves with the sound And he'll fight until they lay him in the ground Bi-Yo rhythm -- Bi-Yo rhythm
The gator rides low in the water But his eyes see everything He watches the cities moving closer Turning his home into a four lane He moves -- he moves with the sound He waits until it all comes down Bi-Yo rhythm -- Bi-Yo rhythm
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