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
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