Whaddya say, little pals? Let’s help him sing your song!
[spoiler]“Key a G, fellas, and swing it.”
♫“We’ll follow you to Mars, or wherever you people go.
We rats are right there down below.
We’ve traveled near and far, with swamis, geisha, thugs, and czars,
in planes and boats and submarines. We’ve sailed from Liverpool to Queens.
We’re even in Qatar, or wherever you people go.
We all adore François Truffaut.
Abandon musophobia and embrace a new utopia.
Butterflies and puppy dogs, summer evenings, crispy frogs.
Imagine if you will a world where woman, rats, and men and children
live in peace and harmony. We’re even holding hands.
We’re dancing through the streets and singing cabaret songs. Oo la LA la.
Join with us. We’ll make a human ratty wonderland.
We’ll help you tie your shoes when you don’t feel like bending over,
and perhaps you’ll take that trap from out behind the pantry door.
We’ll say “Bonjour!” and “How’s the family?” when we pass each other
on the street, and just like that we won’t be strangers anymore.
So here we go to Mars, with our stories intertwined,
and all the ones who tried to kill us, now we know that you won’t mind.
We’ll journey through the stars, and whatever else may be…
We all hate that lousy fleeeeeeEA!"♫[/spoiler]
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