The moss hangs like witches hair from the big oak tree   And from across the swamp there comes riding on the breeze   The sound -- the sound -- Bi-Yo rhythm -- Bi-Yo rhythm     The rooster is born a fighter   Wears those surgeon blades on his legs   Hot blood, cold eyes   Headed for an early grave   He moves -- he moves with the sound   And he'll fight until they lay him in the ground   Bi-Yo rhythm -- Bi-Yo rhythm     The gator rides low in the water   But his eyes see everything   He watches the cities moving closer   Turning his home into a four lane   He moves -- he moves with the sound   He waits until it all comes down   Bi-Yo rhythm -- Bi-Yo rhythm