na foine ting


Tuesday, August 09, 2005
 
Some of you will remember the fart drum guy from Northern Faire, and of those who do, a handful -- or one or maybe just me -- will remember his smash hit, "The Rat's Got the Baby (Oh no!)."

I've updated "The Rat's Got the Baby" to sing to Lillian each night.

Yes, she likes it. Particularly the part with the rat panting.

This is a spoken piece. Think of it as early modern rap.

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The rat's got the baby, oh no!
(oh no!)
The rat's got the baby, oh no!
(oh no!)
The rat's got the baby, the rat's got the baby, the rat's got the baby,
Here we go.
(here we go!)

Ohhhhhhh
They're going to the market, oh, they're going to the market,
The baby's riding on the rat
"Giddy-up! Giddy-up!" says the baby
Haah-ah, haah-ah, haah-ah, haah-ah, haah says the rat;
"Giddy-up! Giddy-up!" says the baby
Haah-ah, haah-ah, haah-ah, haah-ah, haah says the rat.

Oh, they're coming to a hill
Oh, they're coming to the hill...
Ohhhhh noooooo they're falling down the hill
Oh
ratbabyrat rat rat ratbabybaby baby rat rat rat ratbaby babybaby rat rat
rat baaaaaaabbbbyyyyy...
baby raaaaattt.

The rat's got the baby, oh no!
(oh no!)
The rat's got the baby, oh no!
(oh no!)
The rat's got the baby, the rat's got the baby, the rat's got the baby,
Here we go.
(here we go!)

Oh, they're comin' to the market,
Oh, they're comin' to the market,
Gonna buy some
rutabagas, rutabagas,
turnips, squash
'cause the rat likes squash,
oh the rat likes squash,
and the rat says
yum
yum
yum

And they get all the veggies
and they start back home,
And they baby says "Giddy-up! Giddy-up!"
Haah-ah, haah-ah, haah-ah, haah-ah, haah says the rat.
And they baby says "Giddy-up! Giddy-up!"
Haah-ah, haah-ah, haah-ah, haah-ah, haah says the rat.

Ohhh they're coming to the hill
gotta go up the hill
up the steep, steep hill
"Giddy-up! Giddy-up!" says the baby
[dramatic wheezing and other alarming sounds here] says the rat,
"Giddy-up! Giddy-up!" says the baby
[still more dramatic wheezing and other alarming sounds here] says the raaaaaat.

Ohhhhh the rat's got the baby, oh no!
(oh no!)
The rat's got the baby, oh no!
(oh no!)
You've got the pickles...
you've got the horseradish...
you've got the [ad lib here: "kumquats" "hershey's kisses," etc.]
But the rat's got the baby, oh no!

Well, they're coming to the house
yes they're coming to the house
gonna make some soup with the
rutabagas, rutabagas
turnips, squash
cause the rat likes squash;
they eat up all the soup
sayin' yum
yum
yum

And the bellies are full
yes the bellies are full
and it's time for sleep but
aaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaa
says the baby
oh, "shh shh shh shh shh"
says the rat,
aaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaa
says the baby
oh, "shh shh shh shh shh"
says the rat.

And they're closing their eyes
And they're closing their eyes
and the baby says [snore]
and the rat says [snore]
good night
good night
good night

[whispered:]

The rat's got the baby, oh no!
(oh no!)
The rat's got the baby, oh no!
(oh no!)
The rat's got the baby, the rat's got the baby, the rat's got the baby,
ohhhhhhhhhhh
noooooooooooo.



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Comments:
The Mrs. and I often quote the very same man. That's pretty cool. Although it must be quite a sight to see you panting etc. I feel that you should take it easy after the train thing. Oh, wait. Did you say that the entire train affair didn't happen? Wow. I was sure that I heard something. . . .oh well. Good for you and congrats on missing the train. Hi to all. . . .
 
Oh! Oh oh oh I remember this guy! What a cornucopia of crazy cool he was. I myself often quote "the rat's got the baby, oh no!!" but I never really could remember the rest of the words...so now I must thank you for bringing them to me, unexpectedly. Oh the joy I feel that now I can perform the same piece for my kids (albeit without the "fart drum"). Thanks! :)
 
Well, Julia... most of these are made up. The rat and baby falling down the hill is his, and the refrain is his, and the 'we've got the [ad lib]' is his. The rest is mine, more or less. In his version, I think the rat's intentions for the baby were somewhat less... uh... benign.

Max... dude, no comment. Ptththt.
 
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