So you've ratted out the Don (rat choir: squeaks in tune) And your time left isn't long (rat choir: squeak squeak) But before you're dead and gone (rat choir: ooh ahh) Let's have a final song! (rats spin out from circle into can-can line)
Soon... you'll...be... (brass crescendo as fish choir joins in with ooohs) Sleepin' wif the fishes! Yes, it's sad but true! Just down there making wishes! Like a horse dreading glue! Yes, your plan had some hitches! Now you've got new shoes!
(fish choir circles about, fins splayed, and spits water Busby Berkeley style)
Some like their heavy leather brogues (rats hiss boos after each line) For me, that's not in vogue I can't stand a boot all baroque I'm just a footwear rogue
A flimsy slipper flops High heels - let's just not! Sandals always rot And clogs, well, are CLOGS
I've got a new kind of crocs A fishy flippy flop A pair with real sole The last you'll ever own!
So...when... you're... Sleepin' wif the fishes! You get some brand new shoes! Shoulda been less ambitious! Now there's nothing you can do! Siphoning off riches is a...
(dramatic crescendo, fish leaping in arc, rats can can dancing)
Very!
(cymbals)
Dumb!
(brass)
Thiiii-iiiiing!
(big finish)
Toooo doooooo!!!
(tosses guy off bridge)