Lookin for a hiding place
In this here rodent race
Away from all the cars and the houses behind bars
Live at a walkin pace

Lookin for a hiding place
In this here rodent race
With no need for the cops, just your house and your crops
And some open space

But my brother is a bass turd
Yeah he’s an asshole

Lookin for a hiding place
In this here rodent race
With a couple of guitars underneath the stars and an upright bass
With a harp for the jaw and a musical saw at an old time pace
With a open back banjo and a taterbug mandolin and amazing grace

Lookin for a hiding place
Lookin for a hiding place
Lookin for a hiding place