Текст Humble Pie – Street Rat

My mother was a mongrel bitch, she ran from what she saw
My pa worked the late shift taking bread from local whores
I never learned to read or write until the age of ten
And when I found out just what I was I started out again

They call me Street Rat, I mess with Street Cats

I loved a coal black woman she lived on Thirty Fourth and Vine
She kept my hambone in her kitchen and her artichoke was mine
Late on Tuesday evening I was cruising by her floor
There’s a blood stain on the pillow and brown sugar’s on the floor

Well, I’m a Street Rat, Yes I am, I’m gonna get my Payback

I’m gonna find that son of a bitch. You hear what happened now? You know what happened to me! I know it’s bad news, but bad news is good news eh? Know what I mean?

I axed around a few whores, found the mother’s name was Clyde
I found him in a pimpmobile just over the West side
I held him by his fur collar and got out my thirty eight
Then I emptied all the inside on the outside of his weight

Don’t mess with Street Rat, Street Rat

You see I’d like to tell y’all about myself ’cause I’m feeling fine but I can hear my main man coming and I’m running out of time
Man I’m getting down so far that I’m below ground