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