There was an old man down in Louisiana
Who used to clap with both his hands
Started singin' the blues when he heard the news
That he'd never clap a beat again
On a course not too far he was shootin' for a par
With the summer breeze, blowing wind
Chubbs made a mistake and hit the ball in the lake
With those yellow eyes following him
He spotted his ball sitting close to the shore
So he reached down to grab it on out
The next thing he knew, his face was turning blue
As he reached right down that damn gators mouth
Chubbs and the handless bandits
Coming to take your hands
Chubbs and the handless bandits
Don't you make no plans
Chubbs went lookin' for that finger stealing crook
And found a piece of hope with pure relief
It was another group of lads who had also lost their hands
To that ugly, scaly, green lookin' thief
A scrappy group of guys
With vengeance in their eyes
Searching far and wide on this planet
Searchin' for the gator that stole their masturbators
It was Chubbs and The Handless Bandits
Chubbs and the handless bandits
Coming to take your hands
Chubbs and the handless bandits
Don't you make no plans
Chubbs and the handless bandits
Coming to take your hands
Chubbs and the handless bandits
Don't you make no plans
Now, Chubbs and his friend were making their mends
With the gator skin hangin' on the wall
Their raised their glassed
And they cheered with the plastic
It's the story of The Handless Bandits
Chubbs and the handless bandits
Coming to take your hands
Chubbs and the handless bandits
Don't you make no plans