Ratatatay - Chumbawamba

George looks gorgeous in pinstripes

Pocket handkerchief and cravat

Swaggering out of the Band On The Wall

In a burgundy Homberg hat

Singing «Ratatatay, ratatatay»!

George after-hours and the worse for whisky

When somebody shouts «Hey, you!»

In a pitch-black Manchester backstreet

…well, what’s a poor singer to do but

Sing «Ratatatay, ratatatay»!

Two men Flashing a knife blade, saying

«Give us your notes and your watch»

Singing the backstreet stand-off to the rhythm

Of the fear and the scotch

George, not wanting to feel the knife

Cornered and speeding and scared …

From the back of his mind comes 'Ursonate':

Sound and fury and words

He sings: Ratatatay, ratatatay!

So the robbers are stuck to the spot now

Watching george as he sings for his life

Menace turns to panic and they turn and run

And the song waves goodbye to the knife —

Singing «Ratatatay, ratatatay!»