See ya later alligator*

See ya later alligator*

Grass so green to the top of the blades

Swamp country all around in those everglades

In the thicket we see tall is the order

Salt from the ocean mixes with fresh water

Sitting lowly hugging the ground

Smiling happy face, not a frown

Short and little legs, some may say stubby

How do you get around so fast so big and chubby?

Waiting as always for a meal to come to you

Survival of the fittest as you know what to do

But many have a keen sense and tell you to see you later

No one wishes to be a close companion of you, Mister Gator

So go back into the swamp and hide to lay low

Lay on those reeds flatten them out to no longer grow

We will go the other way and once again all will be fine

Now knowing where you are and won't be a next time

Dom*Colucci © 2017

Wreckers meant to be broken*

Wreckers meant to be broken*

Hot as can be, I am on fire

Circuits crossed overload my wires

Keep pushing my buttons and I will fry

Overloading this energy maybe left to die

But a little more pushing and going downhill

Pull up all stops and lets get a thrill

Seems we are moving ever so quicker

Whooshing by faster making a candle's light flicker

Ahhhhh!!!!~open we are no obstacle in sight

C'mon ya' all, I see that green light

I know that this is dangerous as I cannot fail

I am gone beyond from going to jail

I have entered a place that knows of my speed

Faster and faster I move knowing to take the lead

As I push further onward making the devil run

Push him clean outta sight back into the sun

I tease a lot in going over that line

Because I seen this before and know it is fine

A little at a time I bring danger on to flirt

And when it sees me coming I tell it

To eat my dirt

Dom*Colucci © 2017

"Right" with it*

"Right" with it*

Sun up and here I go

Feet outta bed and touch the floor

Bustin' out feeling very loose

Yep I am that sunshine filled with juice

Now here I go out the door

Don't look back as I can't no more

Center me off and I am on my way

Yeah I feel that pull happening today

Take my six string and off in my car

Many miles to one, no that far

Destination I am westward bound

Keep on truckin', not to hang around

Rhythm takes hold and I move on more

The past is gone what was that for?

So now that I know where I am in sight

Nothing can go wrong as I got that right

Dom*Colucci © 2017