Home grown alligator, see you later Gotta hit the road, gotta hit the road Something changed in the atmosphere, architecture unfamiliar I could get used to this Time flies by in the yellow and green Stick around and you'll see what I mean There's a mountain top that I'm dreaming of If you need me, you know where I'll be I'll be riding shotgun underneath the hot sun Feeling like a someone I'll be riding shotgun underneath the hot sun Feeling like a someone Well, South of the Equator, navigator Gotta hit