Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Paul Thorn
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ray Wylie Hubbard
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Billy Maddox
Producer
Lyrics
Well, the woman I love is named Ramona
She kinda look like tempest storm
She can dance like Little Egypt
She works down at the snake farm
Snake farm, just sounds nasty
Snake farm, pretty much it
Snake farm, it's a reptile house
Snake farm
Ramona's got a keen sense of humor
She got a tattoo down her arm
It's a python eatin' a little mouse
Wearin' a sailor hat that says "snake farm"
Snake farm, just sounds nasty
Snake farm, pretty much it
Snake farm, it's a reptile house
Snake farm
I asked Ramona how come she works here
She said, "well, it's got its charm"
Nothin' to do in the winter
And then some kid gets bit at the snake farm
Snake farm, just sounds nasty
Snake farm, pretty much it
Snake farm, it's a reptile house
Snake farm
Ramona likes herself malt liquor
And a band from Wales that's called "The Alarm"
She said she cried when they broke up
She still plays their records at the snake farm
Snake farm, just sounds nasty
Snake farm, pretty much it
Snake farm, it's a reptile house
Snake farm
(Snake farm)
(Ooh)
(Snake farm)
Sometimes Ramona calls me up
And says, "come on down here, it's gettin' warm"
She runs everybody off
And then we, well, you know
Snake farm, just sounds nasty
Snake farm, pretty much it
Snake farm, it's a reptile house
Snake farm, yeah
Written by: Ray Wylie Hubbard
