Oiling Up In Five

[Verse] Hey Ratty Rat, it's gettin' pretty late, That squeaky wheel's your fate, don’t let it wait. We’ve been runnin' circles, chasin' cheese and dreams, But that rusty old axle ain't what it seems. [Verse 2] Through tunnels and mazes, we scurry low and high, But listen to me, buddy, we gotta oil up in five. That creaking’s no friend, it’s startin’ to squeal, Let’s pause for a moment, spin that oily wheel. [Chorus] Oh, Ratty Rat, don’t you fret and cry, A little bit of grease will keep us flyin' high. Just a dab’ll do, and we’ll run alive, So grab that can, my friend, and oil up in five. [Verse 3] Remember those nights, in that cardboard box, With dreams of cheddar gold and no ticking clocks. We’ve got miles to scamper, so let’s do it right, Just a bit of elbow grease and we ride the night. [Verse 4] Hey Ratty Rat, won’t you lend me a hand? This wheel won’t fix itself, we’ve got plans to stand. There’s a world out there, so vast and wide, But first, a little squeak fix and we’ll glide. [Chorus] Oh, Ratty Rat, don’t you fret and cry, A little bit of grease will keep us flyin' high. Just a dab’ll do, and we’ll run alive, So grab that can, my friend, and oil up in five.