THE RAT
(Words by Harry Berlow, folk tune)

In sunny Spain there lives a rat,
A bigger rat than the biggest cat,
A yellow rat, both round and fat,
And the name of the rat is Franco, Franco, Franco;
A yellow rat, both round and fat,
And the name of the rat is Franco.

In Barcelona and Madrid,
They fought and died but didn't get rid
Of the lousy rat, the dirty rat,
The rat by the name of Franco, Franco, Franco;
The lousy rat, the dirty rat,
The rat by the name of Franco.

Now this story has no end you see,
It cannot end till Spain is free,
And hanging from the highest tree
Is the rat by the name of Franco, Franco, Franco;
And hanging from the highest tree
Is the rat by the name of Franco.

There were also rats in Germany,
And rats in sunny Italy
They went to Spain to help maintain
The rat by the name of Franco, Franco, Franco;
They went to Spain to help maintain
The rat by the name of Franco.

Now Franco, he began to rave,
Thought all of Spain he could enslave,
But all the loyal people, they were brave,
And they fought the rat named Franco, Franco, Franco;
The loyal people, they were brave,
And they fought the rat named Franco.

Copyright 1946, Harry Berlow
Tune: The Fox Went Out on a Chilly Night People's Song Bulletin, Volume 1, No. 10, Song #91