The Rats Lyrics & Chords By The Tiger

It's a burnin' shame
To think about the spiders in Port-of-Spain
It's a burnin' shame
To think about the spiders in Port-of-Spain

I mean the flea, scorpion an' santapee'
The rat, the mouse an'the vampire bat
An' if in Queen Street you don't meet them there
Make two blocks they pop up in Marine Square

If they're dressed in red
You know danger is lies ahead
After all if they garment blue
They will beat you an' rob you too
I mean the rat an' the vampire bat
Along with that bad luck, you lose you hat
An' after they beat you mercilessly
Two to one you don'sleep in custody

At six thirty
Some would powder immediately
An' take up duty
As a member of the consubulary
As the early bird suck the sweetest flower
Of course on the road they lake up tower
Don't matter how they dress or how they rouge
It mean Mucurapo or La Payrouse'

But in Marine Square
You're boun' to meet the spider were dere
After al what the santapee
They would drive you to Lavantille
I mean the bad scorpions around the town
When they sting you, you prefer the burial groun'
An' if you get doctor don't hesitate
Run quickly by the hospital gate

Some are tall an' fat
Others are flat like an alphagat
Imagine, they're trying old screw'
If you ain't smart, they will put you through
They have so much tact, too much skill an' brain
I mean the bad varmints in Port-of-Spain
An' now I mus' speak of the country rat
They will grin' your bones and will melt your fat