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Well, the other night when I come home
As drunk as I could be
I got tangled up in the old doormat
Fell flat as I could be

Well, I had me a little old bottle of rum
And I didn't have any more
And the cap flew off when I went down
And I spilled it in the floor

Then a rat came out from his hiding place
And he got that whiskey scent
And he ran right up and got a little shot
And back to his hole he went

Back to his hole he went
Right back to his hole he went
He ran right up and got a little shot
And back to his hole he went

Then the rat come out of his hole once more
Sidled up to the rum on the floor
He was a little bit shy but he winked one eye
And then he got him a little bit more

And he didn't go back to his hole that time
But he stayed by the puddle of gin
And he said, "Doggone my pop eyed soul
I'm gonna get drunk again"

And he didn't go back to his hole
He said, "Doggone my soul, I'm only a rat
But a doggone cat can't run me back to my hole"

Well, he washed his face with his front feet
And on his hind legs he sat
With a twisted smile and a half closed eye
Said, "Where's that doggone cat?"

And he didn't go back to his hole
But he said, "Doggone my soul, I'm only a rat
But a doggone cat can't run me back to my hole"

Well, his little old eyes begin to shine
And he lapped up more and more
And it made me glad that I had stumbled
And spilled it on the floor

But soon the puddle of rum was gone
And I didn't have any more gin
And the little old rat was having a time
And the old tom cat come in

Well, the cat made a pass and the rat made a dash
His boldness faded thin, the cat jumped over
And the rat got sober, and back to his hole again
Ran back to his hole again, ran back to his hole again

Well, that cat jumped over
And the rat got sober
And back to his hole again

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