Rat Race Rat Race They come from everywhere They're in your pants They're everywhere And they are looking for Their little piece of cake Yeah, there's one in every crowd Who doesn't want to shut his mouth But he better get his butt Out of the way... RAT RACE They push and pull and stick you Then they knock you down and lick you When you turn your back They catch you by the tail... If your perfect plan's a bungle It's the law in every jungle If they ask you, just say you don't inhale...... RAT RACE now I see the gates of Heaven Hear the angels sing They're calling me.. They give to me A Maserati But I lose the key.. RAT RACE runnin' out of time..
Written by: JEFF JONES, STEPHEN BISHOP
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