300 Boys - Good Rats

I am a man of few relations

And them across the sea

I am the root of your extension

A ladder to your knee

It takes the day before tomorrow

A thirteen letter verb

It comes in white and green and violet

And makes a sound unheard

We took a walk by the lake

Threw a knife in the cake

We clapped our hands and rejoiced

I play with 300 boys

I’ll take old-fashioned flying saucers

And give them to the tribe

A horse in space can’t win no races

If that horse ain’t alive

The test reveals a greyish color

That comes from too much love

A wino in the street once sold me

A worn out paper cup

We took a walk by the lake

Threw a knife in the cake

We clapped our hands and rejoiced

I play with 300 boys

I am a man of no reflection

A flapper dapper Dan

I’ll take advantage of the homesick

And make love to the hand

The test reveals a greyish color

That comes from too much love

Take heed the master romes the hallway

Beware his fiendish hug

Ah Ahhh Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh

I play with 300 boys

Ah Ahhh Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh

I play with 300 boys

Ah Ahhh Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh

I play with 300 boys

I give them cookies and toys

I play with 300 boys