You little fat mouse

with your jelly-belly full

with your stinky greasy hair

and the ring around your wool,

You little sleazy mouse

with your merely snooty glass

you keep drowning down your wisdom

on your stuck-up brainy clash.

And you squeak and you squeak and you squeak....



Rats in a trap, like Rats in a trap,

that's all you've been made for, going down going up....



You little burgeon mouse

with your head inside your books,

you keep thinking like you've been said

(and) you've been forced to act like crook,

You little cupid mouse

with your lips licking the cheese

don't you know you squelch this beauty

when you yearn genital tease.

And you squeak and you squeak and you squeak....



'Cause you're Rats in a trap, like Rats in a trap,

that's all you've been made for, going down going up....



You see it's so simple

and you can't ignore the fact

you've been told to feel the fear and

so they got control your act,

So you trampled underfoot mouse

you can't fight against your fate

with the way you let it growing

don't you think it's now too late?

'Cause you squeak, only squeak, you can squeak......



Like Rats in a trap, No Rats in a trap,

Not all you've been born for, turning downside up....



No more Rats in a trap, No Rats in a trap,

Not all you've been born for, turning downside up