Hold on, hold on

It won’t always be this way

You won’t always have to stay

On your mangled chair or

On your stained couch


Hold on, hold on

Your hair won’t always be

A mangled nest for three


Time won’t always go

In speeds of backwards, still or slow


Hold on, hold on

You won’t always eat your food

Directly out of cans

Huddled in front of fans

Inside all summer long

I did get one thing wrong


I’ve never seen three RATS