Mouse
Sit with the mouse in his little house
The door's been locked and bolted
Didn't say please he ran off with the cheese
Ungrateful and insulted
Sits back in his chair blowing smoke in the air
A smile for his mousey wife
Lets out a squeak from his tail to his beak
Just like living the mousey life
Who's in on it?
Don't you want to know?
Who's in on it?
Who's in on it?
Don't you want to know?
Who's in on it?
The porcupine said that the opossum had fled
Run off for a quaff with the quail
Soon the poltroon hid behind a raccoon
Until a loose-lipped pigeon spotted his tail
Back in his room like the mid-summer moon
Little mouse lips tighten to grin
A crack in the wall, he don't go out at all
The fool foo dog won't let him back in
Who's in on it?
Don't you want to know?
Who's in on it?
Who's in on it?
Don't you want to know?
Who's in on it?
Fetch the stick, sit and lick
The dog has his own day
Scratching a flea if the mice let him be
Play dead but he doesn't stay
The monkeys swing above the lion king
To escape the slithering snake now
The mouse at play hoped he wouldn't be prey
When the big cat slaughtered the sacred cow
Who's in on it?
Don't you want to know?
Who's in on it?
Who's in on it?
Don't you want to know?
Who's in on it?
The door's been locked and bolted
Didn't say please he ran off with the cheese
Ungrateful and insulted
Sits back in his chair blowing smoke in the air
A smile for his mousey wife
Lets out a squeak from his tail to his beak
Just like living the mousey life
Who's in on it?
Don't you want to know?
Who's in on it?
Who's in on it?
Don't you want to know?
Who's in on it?
The porcupine said that the opossum had fled
Run off for a quaff with the quail
Soon the poltroon hid behind a raccoon
Until a loose-lipped pigeon spotted his tail
Back in his room like the mid-summer moon
Little mouse lips tighten to grin
A crack in the wall, he don't go out at all
The fool foo dog won't let him back in
Who's in on it?
Don't you want to know?
Who's in on it?
Who's in on it?
Don't you want to know?
Who's in on it?
Fetch the stick, sit and lick
The dog has his own day
Scratching a flea if the mice let him be
Play dead but he doesn't stay
The monkeys swing above the lion king
To escape the slithering snake now
The mouse at play hoped he wouldn't be prey
When the big cat slaughtered the sacred cow
Who's in on it?
Don't you want to know?
Who's in on it?
Who's in on it?
Don't you want to know?
Who's in on it?
Credits
Writer(s): Frank Smith
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