The desert rat
Gimme a heart attack
He don't wanna wear the mask
I've seen him diggin' in the trash
And that's a fact
Oh desert rat
Don't stand a chance
A spell was cast in ancient past
My friend the mayor told me that
Oh desert rat
Goin nowhere
And we're goin there now
Put the pedal to the metal
Til the metal's downtown
Left your lady at home
But at least she's not alone
Gotta' baby on her hip
While she's blowin' up your phone
Baby don't be too long
I can't help but feel
Like somethin's goin' on
I'm goin out of my head
Won't you come on home
So I can go to bed
The desert rat
Don't know how to act
Walkin' around like a brat
I'll beat you with my baseball bat
And that's a fact
Oh desert rat
Knows where he's at
He got on an L.A. hat
And mother mary forearm tat
I think it's wack
Goin nowhere
And we're goin there now
Put the pedal to the metal
Til the metal's downtown
Left your lady at home
But at least she's not alone
Gotta' baby on her hip
While she's blowin' up your phone
Baby don't be too long
I can't help but feel
Like somethin's goin' on
I'm goin out of my head
Won't you come on home
So I can go to bed
Baby don't be too long
I can't help but feel
Like somethin's goin' on
I'm goin out of my head
Won't you come on home
So I can go to bed
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The desert rat
Gimme a heart attack
He don't wanna wear the mask
I've seen him diggin' in the trash
And that's a fact
Oh desert rat
Don't stand a chance
A spell was cast in ancient past
My friend the mayor told me that
Oh desert rat
Goin nowhere
And we're goin there now
Put the pedal to the metal
Til the metal's downtown
Left your lady at home
But at least she's not alone
Gotta' baby on her hip
While she's blowin' up your phone
Baby don't be too long
I can't help but feel
Like somethin's goin' on
I'm goin out of my head
Won't you come on home
So I can go to bed
The desert rat
Don't know how to act
Walkin' around like a brat
I'll beat you with my baseball bat
And that's a fact
Oh desert rat
Knows where he's at
He got on an L.A. hat
And mother mary forearm tat
I think it's wack
Goin nowhere
And we're goin there now
Put the pedal to the metal
Til the metal's downtown
Left your lady at home
But at least she's not alone
Gotta' baby on her hip
While she's blowin' up your phone
Baby don't be too long
I can't help but feel
Like somethin's goin' on
I'm goin out of my head
Won't you come on home
So I can go to bed
Baby don't be too long
I can't help but feel
Like somethin's goin' on
I'm goin out of my head
Won't you come on home
So I can go to bed
Gimme a heart attack
He don't wanna wear the mask
I've seen him diggin' in the trash
And that's a fact
Oh desert rat
Don't stand a chance
A spell was cast in ancient past
My friend the mayor told me that
Oh desert rat
Goin nowhere
And we're goin there now
Put the pedal to the metal
Til the metal's downtown
Left your lady at home
But at least she's not alone
Gotta' baby on her hip
While she's blowin' up your phone
Baby don't be too long
I can't help but feel
Like somethin's goin' on
I'm goin out of my head
Won't you come on home
So I can go to bed
The desert rat
Don't know how to act
Walkin' around like a brat
I'll beat you with my baseball bat
And that's a fact
Oh desert rat
Knows where he's at
He got on an L.A. hat
And mother mary forearm tat
I think it's wack
Goin nowhere
And we're goin there now
Put the pedal to the metal
Til the metal's downtown
Left your lady at home
But at least she's not alone
Gotta' baby on her hip
While she's blowin' up your phone
Baby don't be too long
I can't help but feel
Like somethin's goin' on
I'm goin out of my head
Won't you come on home
So I can go to bed
Baby don't be too long
I can't help but feel
Like somethin's goin' on
I'm goin out of my head
Won't you come on home
So I can go to bed
Writer: Beverly Bomber
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