Transcribed by ear from here



Where the muddy river flows and you cook in the shade
Mosquitos pick you up and fly you away
Big strong men fight, hard to survive
But to one old dinosaur it's a paradise
He looks so pretty sipping sun on a rock
Don't knock the croc
Don't knock the croc

He don't go to market for his weekly supply
He can't grab a buggy or a shovel of fries
He like a fat Barramundi or a blue-eyed cod
A sleepy Goanna or some fool on a rod
Food is food and it all hit the spot
Don't knock the croc
Don't knock the croc

Old man crocodile posing and a-smiling
He's so easy to please
Pho-to-graph-ers splashing and a-flashing
Snap, snap, click, click, crocodile, cheese

He looks so pretty sipping sun on a rock
Don't knock the croc
Don't knock the croc

Now if you must go messing in a wild mangrove
Where warm muddy waters move brown and slow
Just watch what you're doing if you see what I mean
He's a genuine, real scary submarine
If you make like a meal he'll be in like a shot
Don't knock the croc (you won't have a leg to stand on)
Don't knock the croc (yeah)
Don't knock the croc (mm-hmm)
Don't knock the croc (don't go looking for croc-skin shoes)
Don't knock the croc (you don't trouble him)
Don't knock the croc (he won't trouble you)
Don't knock the croc (that old feller ain't ready to be leather)
Don't knock the croc (where the muddy river flows)