Have you ever laid in bed as a kid, and heard a squeak, squeak, squeak,
you close your eyes and cross your feet, feet, feet,
try to hide under your sheets, sheets, sheets,
and you start to get the creeps, creeps, creeps, Rats!,
You think back, to Grandma's story when Uncle' Pat,
was knocked out on the couch, and a rat,
tried to hop right in his mouth, so Pat ran out the house,
moved down south and never came back. Rats! (pause)
As you lay in your bed, you think in your head,
"I hope that never happens to me, I hope they are not in the refrigerator eating my cheese,
on the table munching my lunch,
or in my backpack chewing my snack,
I'd rather them be in the ceilings and walls having a ball,
I'm hoping they collapse right into a trap,
why don't they ever try some of the poison, grandma put on the floor,
inside the cabinets and in all of the drawers,
Please don't bite through that bag, those were the last, two slices of bread we had, Rats!(pause)
Then an hour pa**ed,
And you try to count sheep, sheep, sheep,
but its so hard to go to sleep, sleep, sleep,
so you think some more,
"Maybe the noise is coming from the front yard,
rats feasting on the litter dropped out of the hands, of a woman or man, with no regard, no respect for our land, Man!!.
what a shame, but we are partly to blame, We were even afraid, to throw out the trash or recycle,
because a rat the size of a cat might jump out and bite you,
Bible!!! Then you look up at the clock, its 3 am on the dot, where's the
NyQuil,
It may sound like I'm kidding, but this is a real story of many nights as a kid
living, in Rat City,..... Good Night.