Midnight in the cellar
Dinner on the floor
Sleeping in the gutter
He fights a private warHiding in the doorway
Weapon at his side
Rob you for a nickel
You'd better run and hideHe's a street rat
Nothing to offer
Street rat
Snake in the grass
Street rat
Steals another meal
Street rat
But it may be his lastThe look of desperation
Sure to bite the dust
His constant nauseation
A real social crustHe's a street rat
Nothing to offer
Street rat
Snake in the grass
Street rat
Steals another meal
Street rat
But it may be his lastPost war anti-social
A fading of the brain
He's hopeless and he's hostile
And lurking in the rainHis face is badly beaten
A nasty thing to see
Street rats on the rampage
You'd best keep away from meStreet rat, street rat
Street rat, street rat
Street rat, street rat
Street rat, street rat
Street rat, street rat
Street rat, street rat