Down in Louisiana,
Where the alligators grow so mean,
There lived a young girl that I swear to the world,
Made the alligators look tame,
Polk salad Annie,
'Gators got your granny,
Everybody said it was a shame,
That the mama was working on the chain gang,
What a mean, vicious woman,
(verse 2)
Everyday before suppertime,
She'd go down by the truck patch,
And pick her a mess of Polk salad,
And carry it home in a tote sack,
Polk salad Annie,
'Gators got you granny,
Everybody said it was a shame,
'Cause the mama was working on the chain gang,
Whoo, a wretched, spiteful, straight-razor totin woman,
Lord have mercy,
(bridge)
Sock a little Polk salad to me,
Yeah, you know i need me a mess of it yeah,
(verse 3)
Her daddy was lazy and no count,
Claimed he had a bad back,
All her brothers were fit for,
Was stealing watermelons out of my truck,
(chorus)
Polk salad Annie,
'Gators got your granny,
Everybody said it was a shame,
For the mama was working on the chain-gang,
Sock a little Polk salad to me,
You know i need me a mess of it,
You sock a little,
Hey, hey, hey, yeah, yeah,
Chic a bon, chic a bon, chic a bon bon bon bon,
Chic a bon, chic a bon, chic a bon bon bon bon,
Sock a little Polk salad to him,
You know what meets a meal mention,
Sock a little Polk salad to him,
You know i need me a mess of it,
Chinc, chinc, chinc, chin, ling, ling ling