The Thousand By Stacey
They've gone for now
Yes, gone my friend
They’ve gone to run with the thousand.
You’re tired now
Yes, tired my friend
Stop now and run with the thousand.
They’re waiting now
Yes, waiting my friend
For you to run with the thousand.
It’s your turn now
Yes, your turn my friend
Your turn to run with the thousand.
So long for now
So long my friend
You’ve gone to run with the thousand.
Don’t worry now
Don’t worry my friend
We’ll meet when I run with the thousand.
We've got sunlight on the sand.
We've got moonlight on the sea.
We've got mangos and bananas we can pick right off the trees.
We've got volleyball and ping-pong and a lot of dandy games.
What ain't we got? We ain't got rats!
We get packages from home.
We get movies.
We get shows.
We get speeches from our skipper and advice from Tokyo Rose.
We get letters doused with perfume.
We get dizzy from the smell.
What ain't we got? You know darn well.
We've got nothing to buy rat blocks for.
What we need is what there ain't no substitute for.
There is nothing like a rat.
Nothing in the world.
There is nothing you can name that is anything like a rat.
We feel restless. We feel blue.
We feel hungry and in brief.
We feel every kind of feeling but the feeling of relief.
We feel hungry as the wolf felt when he met Red Riding Hood.
What don't we feel? We don't feel good.
Lots of things in life are beautiful but,
there is one particular thing that is in no way, shape, or form like
any other.
There is nothing like a rat.
Nothing in the world.
There is nothing you can name that is anything like a rat.
There are no drinks like a rat.
And nothing thinks like a rat.
There are no books like a rat.
And nothing looks like a rat.
And nothing acts like a rat.
Or attracts like a rat.
There ain't a thing that's wrong with anyone here
that can't be cured by putting them near
A climbing fuzzy cuddly kissy rattie rat.
Mike Lewyn (with some assistance from Rogers & Hammerstein)
pretty rat is like a melody that haunts you night and day,
Just like the strain of a haunting refrain,
She'll start upon a marathon and run around your brain.
You can't escape she's in your memory. By morning, night and noon.
She will leave you and then come back again,
A pretty rat is just like a pretty tune.
Mike Lewyn
