There’s a family of rats
That live down the road
They live on the water
On a cluttered boat

I visit them sometimes
Give them some food
Amuse the mother
Play with her brood

I feel so much better, slumming with the rats
It keeps be grounded, while I saunt the fat cats
The rich ladies in their white houses
Their clean space without mouses

Slumming with the rats
Playing some guitar
Drinking some wine
Laughing haha

Sometimes they come a little too close
Forgetting they’re rats
And I’m the noble host
So shoo them I must
Put them back in place
For a rat has no place within my space