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
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 you
My little sunbelt queen
I'll take you places
You have 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