Don't change the subject to the weather
Don't wee on me and claim it's rain
Your crocodile tears couldn't get any wetter
Your plastic flowers, they don't make me feel any better
Make me feel any better
You can cry me a river
But you won't be drowning me
In those eyes
Though floods may rise
You can scrape on your fiddle
But I won't be dancing to your tune
Or whistling to the moon
Crocodile, crocodile tears
Crocodile, crocodile tears
Let's tell the world we're still together
Let our grim smiles belie the pain
Our crocodile tears will flow on forever
The plastic flowers will make it seem better
Crocodile, crocodile tears
Crocodile, crocodile tears
Crocodile, crocodile tears
Crocodile, crocodile tears