Lyrics
There are mice, mice, mice running through the rice At the store. (2X) There are mice, mice, mice running through the rice At the Quartermaster’s Store. Mine eyes are dim, I cannot see. I have not brought my specks with me. (2X) (CHORUS) There are rats, rats, rats as big as alley cats At the store. (2X) There are rats, rats, rats as big as alley cats At the Quartermaster’s Store. Snakes…as long as garden rakes Goats….eating all the oats Beans…as big as submarines Owls…. Shredding paper towels Gravy…enough to float the navy Apes…..eating all the grapes Cakes…that give us stomach aches Roaches..sleeping in the coaches Eggs….with scaly chicken legs Flies……swarming ‘round the pies Butter…running in the gutter Fishes….washing all the dishes Lard….they sell it by the yard Moths… eating through the cloths Bread…with great big lumps like lead Foxes….stuffed in little boxes Cheese.that makes you want to sneeze Scouts…eating brussel sprouts Soot….they grow it by the foot Leaders..slapping at the skeeters There’s no more, more, more We’re closing up the store. Up the store. (2X) There’s no more, more, more We’re closing up the store Up the Quartermaster’s Store.
