Bats In Your Hair

Another sunny day, not a muthafuckin' cloud in the sky

Down by the bay with the folks all strolling by

Feed a deer, skip and sing

What's that noise?

It sounds like wings

Swooping, alighting

Flapping and biting

It's mayhem

Squealing, disgracing

Pinwheeling your arms

No way to dissuade them

Bats! In your hair!

There are bats!

Bats in your hair!

Rats in the basement

A cat in the brain

It's time to panic

It's time to go insane

Because there are bats in your hair

Romantic meal, moon shining bright

On the verandah, what a magical night

A ring in the champagne, and a kiss on the cheek

What's that noise?

Sounds like a squeak

Descend in a cloud

As they harry the crowd

You're impotent

Clawing your face

As you run about the place

They're not rodents