The other night when I came home, So drunk I could not see I got tangled up in the old doormat Fell flat as I could be And I had me a little old bottle of rum And I did have any more and The cap fell of when I fell down And I spilled it on the floor Then a rat come out from his hiding place And he got that whiskey scent Well he ran right up and got a little shot And back to his hole he went Right back to his whole he went Right back to his whole he went Well he ran right up and got a little shot And back to his hole he went Then the rate come out of his hole once more Sidled up to the gin on the floor He was a little bit shy But he winked one eye And he got him a little bit more And he didn't go back to his hole this time But stayed by the puddle of gin And he said "Doggone my pop-eyed soul, I'm gonna get drunk again!" And he washed his face with his front feet And on his hind legs he sat With a twisted smile and a half-closed eye Says,"Where's that doggone cat?" And he didn't go back to his hole He said, "Doggone my soul, I'm only a rat But a doggone cat can't run me back to my hole." His little old eyes begin to shine And he capped up more and more And it made me glad that I had stumbled And spilled it on the floor But soon the puddle of rum was gone And I didn't have any more gin And the little old rat was having a time And the old tom cat come in Well the cat made a pa** And the rat made a dash And his boldness faded then The cat jumped over And the rat got sober And ran back to his hole again. Ran back to his hole again. Well, that cat jumped over And the rat got sober And ran back to his hole again. Ran back to his hole again.