The rat ran out from underneath a bush
rat past number 10, ran back again.
A few rattus shenanigans, a cat amongst the pigeons
and a little bit of PR to smooth it over.
The pied piper started sparking up a tune but all the 
rats just stared at him.
He did a little dance up Highgate hill, little voice 
said turn again.
Is it coming to this
A rat run
Ain't we better than this?
Middle of it all I get a text from home
the kids are raising merry hell again.
Mums lost the faith, lost the will, lost the plot
she's on the phone to rentokill.
Affray into civil disobedience
right through a race riot
straight into a class war.
mum can't take no more she's calling the big guns in.
Is it coming to this?
A rat run
Ain't we better than this?
It stinks!
As the fat lady started warming up to sing,
not a pretty sound less you're hard of hearing.
Zeus was in the dressing room mixing rum and coke.
About to throw down
'bout to fling a few thunderbolts.
Mind the closing doors!
Watch the hope receding.
Rattus rattus and rattus norvegicus are chewing through 
the
cables.
It stinks!
Is it coming to this?
A rat run
Aren't we better than this?
I fuckin hope so
It's just a rat run.