Good day to be a rat. I mean, there you are, minding your own business, spreading filth and disease, scavenging for grub worms or rotten fruit. When lo and behold, you see it… a prosciutto and buffalo mozzarella sandwich.
I think we might be outlaws. I think I might be in love. ‘Cause I’m all out of reasons, like seasons, Winter, summer, fall they’re all washed up. If you’re still way over there, maybe slide on in by my side, 'Cause I’m just an outlaw, wanted if you want me. I love you everyday and every night.