[Verse 1 – The Cockroach Mazurka] Scuzzy, Behold! The cockroaches, gathered in throngs, They… glide on the butter I’ve left here so long. Their shells catch the lamplight, a burnished bronze gleam— Oh heavens, they crunch… like a—it's like a dream. [Chorus] Spin, vermin, spin! (don’t—don’t get too near), Dance in the drip of the spoiled old beer. Twirl in the trash, parade in the slime— So… so very lovely… so very sublime. [Verse 2 – The Rat Quadrille] Scuzzy, look! The rats take the floorboards, a quartet, a set, Their paws pat the gravy that’s clotted and wet. They circle the tureen, they bow with such grace— And nibble the eyes from the—oh dear god—the face. [Chorus] Spin, vermin, spin! (I clop from the side), Prance in the grease where the chicken has died. Twirl in the rot, cavort in the grime— So… utterly dazzling… each rancid rhyme. [Verse 3 – The Maggot Adagio] Scuzzy, aha! The maggots emerge from the custard, a queue, They ripple, they shimmer, they… squirm right on through. Their pale little bodies, so creamy, so white— I think I might faint, but no—no, I’m alright. [Chorus] Spin, vermin, spin! (please stay on the plate), Dance in the stink that the heavens create. Twirl through the pus, the rapture, the crime— So… nauseating—I mean noble… so grand, so fine. [Verse 4 – The Fly Finale] Oh god, Scuzzy... The flies, ah... the flies, they arrive with a roar, They cloud all the windows, they blacken the door. They settle on meat that is sliding to goo— I applaud—oh lord—please fetch me a—huuurrghk!. [Final Chorus] Spin, vermin, spin! (ovation complete), Dance on the bones and the pink putrid meat. Twirl in the stench, parade through the slime— So… very… urkk urrk… so grand… so sublime! [Coda] Oh Scuzzy, my scuzzpunk hyena... (ewwww) This vermin ballet was written… urghhh—BLAAARGH… just for you.
