Now the other night I tripped and fell
Because I couldn't see
I got tangled up in the old doormat
And fell flat as I could be
Man I fell and broke a bottle o' gin
And I didn't have no more
The cap flew off when I fell down, and I
Spilled it on the floor
A rat came out of his hidin' place
And he got that gin scent
He ran right out and he got a little shot
And back to his hole he went
Back to his hole he went
Right on back to the hole he went
He ran right out and he got a little shot
And back to the hole he went
His little old eyes began to shine
As he lapped up more and more
But it made me kinda glad that I fell down
And I spilled it on the floor
But soon that little bottle was dry
And there wasn't any more gin
He said "Doggone, my wild-eyed soul
I'm a-gonna get drunk again"
He washed his face with his front feet
And on his hind legs he sat
With a twisted smile and a half-closed eye
Said, "Now where's that doggone cat?"
Now he didn't go back to the hole
He said, "Doggone my soul
I'm only a rat but a doggone cat
Can't run me back to my hole."
I ain't going back to the hole
I ain't going back to the hole
I'm gonna be cool there
I'm gonna swing, baby
