The sleeping wood downtown
My favorite place to hide
An upright piano played
Across the great divide
Hippies in sunglasses
Their gossip warned my ear
She was lit light a Bombay night
A blaze in the atmosphere
A pulp fiction smile
My knees turned to rubber bands
Graceless I stumbled
Under my breath I mumbled
Forbidden fruit hanging from the vine
Gotta get myself a glass
Of crocodile wine
Crocodile wine
Bodega late a night
Drowning in my beer
When her old man
Made himself real clear
Said the bruised and broken boys
living in this town
Come from far and wide
But stay so they can hide there
Forbidden fruit hanging from the vine
Gotta get myself a glass
Of crocodile wine
Crocodile wine
Two outlawry craving
The ultimate taboo
We were misbehaving
When she showed me her tattoo
We danced along the ledge
Her shadows fanned the flame
Impossible to trace
When she pushed me over the edge
That forbidden fruit hanging form the vine
Get myself a glass
Of crocodile wine
Crocodile wine
Crocodile wine
Crocodile wine