In a panic you start to sing a lullaby to the crocodills. It goes:-

My pants are on fire,
My legs are from Barking,
My swivelly ankles
Are no good at parking.

The crocodills sit and stare at you bewildered. Then the head crocodill, distinguishable by her bright headscarf, asks 'are you going to strip for us now?'

If you want to perform a striptease, click here.
If you'd like to give the head crocodill a big kiss on the snout, click here.