Now the other night I tripped
and fell because I couldn't see
I got tangled up in the old doormat
and fell flat as I could be
Man, I fell and broke a bottle of gin
And I didn't have no more,
you know, I fell
The cap flew off when I fell down
And I spilled it on the floor
A rat came out of his hiding place
And he got that gin scent
He ran right out and he got a little shot
And back to his hole he went
Back to his hole he went
Right on back to the hole he went
He ran right out and he got a little shot
And back to the hole he went
His little eyes began to shine
as he laughed up more and more
But it made me kinda glad that I fell down
and I spilled it on the floor
But soon that little bottle was dry
and there wasn't any more gin
He said, doggone, my wife said,
I'm going to get drunk again. He
washed his face with his front feet
and on his hind legs sat,
with a twisted smile and a half -closed eye.
He said, now where's that
dead burned cat?
Now, he didn't go back to the hole
He said, Doggone, why so?
I'm only a rat, but a dead burn cat
Can't run me back to my hole
I ain't goin' back to the hole
I ain't goin' back to the hole
I'm gonna be cool, daddy
I'm gonna swing, baby