Nothing but a Rat Songtext
von Lonnie Johnson
Nothing but a Rat Songtext
I let you have my money and my clothes, made you welcomed into my home.
Yes, I trust you with my family, while I go out and slave all day long.
You was such a lowdown rat, that you couldn′t let my wife alone.
Such a lowdown rat, I'm tellin′ you're rotten from your head on down.
You think I'm a fool, enough to beat and rough my wife around.
But now your best friend, Jack, has got your woman, yes, and they done skipped this town.
It′s fun to you to break up a man′s home, it's fun, it′s fun to you.
Now your wife is gone, and you're askin′ me what can you do?
You take it, you dirty rat, 'cause you had it comin′ home to you.
That's the reason why homes are wrecked today by just such rats as you.
The reason why so many good homes is wrecked, by such a rats as you.
You can dish it out but when you've got to swallow it, you don′t know what on earth to do.
You too lazy to work, and you too much a rat to call yourself a man.
You double-crossed your pappy, you poisoned your mammy, an′ your brother 's doin′ time in jail.
When your time comes to die, I hope you crawl on your belly just like a snail!
Yes, I trust you with my family, while I go out and slave all day long.
You was such a lowdown rat, that you couldn′t let my wife alone.
Such a lowdown rat, I'm tellin′ you're rotten from your head on down.
You think I'm a fool, enough to beat and rough my wife around.
But now your best friend, Jack, has got your woman, yes, and they done skipped this town.
It′s fun to you to break up a man′s home, it's fun, it′s fun to you.
Now your wife is gone, and you're askin′ me what can you do?
You take it, you dirty rat, 'cause you had it comin′ home to you.
That's the reason why homes are wrecked today by just such rats as you.
The reason why so many good homes is wrecked, by such a rats as you.
You can dish it out but when you've got to swallow it, you don′t know what on earth to do.
You too lazy to work, and you too much a rat to call yourself a man.
You double-crossed your pappy, you poisoned your mammy, an′ your brother 's doin′ time in jail.
When your time comes to die, I hope you crawl on your belly just like a snail!
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