Song parody of
A Rat Without a Tale
by Daniel Romano
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Is this silly paragon a marvel or a stain
A fixture for the ages or a link of spoiled chain
The ultra-modern statement of abominable crime
In every nervous etching of its swaggering design
Mother says my baby boy was born to be a star
She doesn't know that every night he stiffs the reservoir
Churning out a fiction of ingenious for the kids
How vermin learn to live in places life itself forbids
I see hours of battered time
Not for yours, I miss of mine
I see holiness in ruin, I see barrenness for sale
I see sexual provocation, without any inclination
Of a history derailed
I see a rat without a tale
I see a rat without a tale
I see a rat without a tale
(Tell me how you really feel)
Now what's to come of Johnny in the autumn of his years
The faulty institutions have the spiritless revered
Ordinary dabble for the stationary buyer
A song of slick vanilla sing the toxic-pigeon choir
Peddlers and poacher prove the very best of friends
Associating produce to appropriated trends
The cat is always hungry, that's just how he got so fat
I think I hear a rattle snake, I think I smell a rat
I see hours of battered time
Not for yours, I miss of mine
I see holiness in ruin, I see barrenness for sale
I see sexual provocation, without any inclination
Of a history derailed
I see a rat without a tale
I see a rat without a tale
I see a rat without a tale
I see a rat without a tale
I see a rat without a tale
I see a rat without a tale
I see a rat without a tale
I see a rat without a tale
Is this silly paragon a marvel or a stain
A fixture for the ages or a link of spoiled chain
The ultra-modern statement of abominable crime
In every nervous etching of its swaggering design
Mother says my baby boy was born to be a star
She doesn't know that every night he stiffs the reservoir
Churning out a fiction of ingenious for the kids
How vermin learn to live in places life itself forbids
I see hours of battered time
Not for yours, I miss of mine
I see holiness in ruin, I see barrenness for sale
I see sexual provocation, without any inclination
Of a history derailed
I see a rat without a tale
I see a rat without a tale
I see a rat without a tale
(Tell me how you really feel)
Now what's to come of Johnny in the autumn of his years
The faulty institutions have the spiritless revered
Ordinary dabble for the stationary buyer
A song of slick vanilla sing the toxic-pigeon choir
Peddlers and poacher prove the very best of friends
Associating produce to appropriated trends
The cat is always hungry, that's just how he got so fat
I think I hear a rattle snake, I think I smell a rat
I see hours of battered time
Not for yours, I miss of mine
I see holiness in ruin, I see barrenness for sale
I see sexual provocation, without any inclination
Of a history derailed
I see a rat without a tale
I see a rat without a tale
I see a rat without a tale
I see a rat without a tale
I see a rat without a tale
I see a rat without a tale
I see a rat without a tale
I see a rat without a tale
