There was a lot of rockn' going on that night
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Cruising time for the young bright lights
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Just down past the gasworks, by the meat factory door
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The five lamp boys were coming on strong
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The Saturday night city beat had already started and
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The pulse of the corner boys sprang into action
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And young Billy watched it all under the yellow street light
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And said "tonight, of all nights, there's gonna be a fight"
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Billy don't like it living here in this town
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He says the traps have been sprung long before he was born
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He says "hope bites the dust behind all the closed doors
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And puss and grime ooze from its scab crusted sores
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There's screaming and crying in the high rise blocks"
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It's a rat trap, Billy, but you're already caught
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But you can make it if you wanna or you need it bad enough
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You're young and good looking and you're acting kind of tough
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Anyway, it's Saturday night, time to see what's going down
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Put on the bright suit, Billy, head for the right side of town
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It's only 8 o'clock, but you're already bored
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You don't know what it is, but there's got to be more
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You'd better find a way out, hey, kick down the door
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It's a rat trap and you've been caught
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In this town, Billy says, "everybody's tryin' to tell you what to do"
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In this town, Billy says, "everybody says you gotta follow rules"
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You walk up to the traffic lights,
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Switch from your left to right
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You push in that button, and that button comes alight
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It tells you
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"Walk, don't walk
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Talk, don't talk"
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Hey Billy take a walk...with me
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Do you want that misery
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Sweethearts run free
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Little Judy's trying to watch "Top of the Pops"
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But mum and dad are fighting don't they ever stop
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She takes off her coat and walks out to the street
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It's cold on that road, but it's got that home beat
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Deep down in her pockets she finds 50p
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Hey, is that any way for a young girl to be
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"I'm gonna get out of school, work in a silk factory
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Work all the hours God gave me, get myself a little easy money
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now, now, now"
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Her mind's made up, she walks down the road
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Her hands in her pockets, coat buttoned 'gainst the cold
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She finally finds Billy down at the Italian cafe
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And when he's drunk it's hard to understand what Billy says
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But then he mumbles in his coffee and suddenly roars
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"It's a rat trap Judy, and we've been caught"
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Rat Trap
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| Boomtown Rats |
