The crocodiles on land
They will stand up and talk
Wearing their white caps
Behaving like Arabs
Their own tradition
They will forget
They want to sound like Arabs
The billions in oil in their eyes
But the crocodiles on land
They are nothing but a small band
Playing to the fools who don't understand
A word of what they sing and shout
Behind the masks
They want to enjoy life
They can't stomach the hands to mouths
They want to enjoy the luxuries of life
The crocodiles on land
Like the salesmen selling
Every thing is good everything is worth to buy
Once they have it they will change their styles
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