Crocodile Shoes Poem by Allan James Saywell

You can pluck my crow
Lick my dog
Tongue kiss my woman
In a london fog
But dont you step on
My crocodile shoes
Dont you bloody dare
Step on my crocodile shoes


You can beat my rooster
With a four by two
You can comb my hair
With a bloody rake
Chase my chickens all over the place
But dont you bloody dare
Step on my crocodile shoes


You can drink my whiskey
From a coconut shell
Get a woman to ring my bell
Use my sheep as pillows all night
But dont you step on
My crocodile shoes


Oh no not my shoes
Shoes are for dancing
Dancing- dancing- dancing
Shoes are for dancing
Dancing- - dancing - -dancing