Little rats in the oven make me cry with lonely feelings
I feel so lonely when I see that little rat alone
Little rats in the kitchen, well they climb to the ceiling
And my friend Fletcher never had a bath for the last five (?) years
'Cause he suffered from them terrible rats, that
Ate into his bath plug

Well now you know that a crab has nine pincers
It keeps one pincer buried just for luck, yee haw!
And that little crab he never even winces
When some fiend removes his extra pincers with a power truck, whoo!

Any amount of suffering
And any amount of pain
Will calm the sacred cheeses climbing in your bed with you
And remove all that falling rain