Brat, the Rat (Classic Jazz take)

[Lyrics, as short as they are, by Karl Layton] [verse] Brat, he's a rat Nothing he will not tell All the stuff that's bad That's Brat's, guy's not swell [saxophone solo} [scat] [verse] No good guy, Brat the rat He's a noooo good guy, our Brat He's a little grey rodent All week and on the weekend [clarinet solo] [verse] He owes me so much Promised me he's our guy But I was out of touch With Brat, it could never fly [verse] There he is, talking to the Police again. Brat the rat talking to the coppers, Flipping his little tongue, stopping it is in vain, Ratting out Minnesota-Jane of the nude dancer toppers [scat] [instrument solo] [wild drum solo] [verse] Brat the rat, rat the brat Oh he's not good, no good at all Ooooooh yeah. I mean no. Where was I? Ah yes, Brat the rat, rat the Brat. Well.... you know enough now. Would I tell you more, I had to kill you.