Cyril Tawney
Cyril Tawney
Cyril Tawney
Cyril Tawney
Cyril Tawney
Cyril Tawney
Cyril Tawney
Cyril Tawney
Cyril Tawney
Cyril Tawney
Cyril Tawney
Cyril Tawney
[Verse 1]
Stanley the rat, and a fast one at that
From bulkhead to bulkhead in four seconds flat
He's come and he's gone ere an eyelid could bat
But he'd do it much quicker if we had a cat
[Verse 2]
One flashing run and his visit is done
Stan never lingers to join in the fun
Our hospitality he'd rather shun
But he'd stay a bit longer if we had a gun
[Verse 3]
I raises me cap to this beady-eyed chap
Who needs no compass and carries no map
And don't know what it means for to get in a flap
But we'd bloody soon show 'im if we had a trap
[Verse 4]
When does he doze? Nobody knows
Night and day hе keeps on his toes
I don't suppose his eyеs ever close
But he'd sleep forever and ever and ever
If we had a high-pressure hose