Ratatat Heart

Wash my brains
And put them back in
Strap that backpack round my shoulders
Tuck those three little wires into my hat
And here I go

The remote control rat...a...tat
At your service

Through tight pipes
Over trees
Mastering my fear
Degree on degree
I stroll boldly across wide-open spaces
Where my enemies hiss

But these dangerous activities
They only fill me with electronic
Electronic bliss

Dearest dear
I hope that you understand
That last night was only a comedy

I apologize for being so confusing
But your see
This is my only remedy

For a broken rat...a...tat heart

You see I speak numerous languages
In perfect English

Well I need to know what I am doing
That's why I let you take you take control of it

So Wash my brains
Be careful
And put them back in
Strap that backpack round my shoulders
Tuck those three little wires into my hat
And here I go

The Greatest Remote Controlled Rat...A...Tat
At your service