时间：2015-05-25
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The Black Rats of London - Bruce Hornsby and The Noisemakers
In our beautiful pursuit of manifest destiny
We give ourselves great credit
We thank the Good Lord so earnestly
But something's been omitted
By the writers of history
Now stand up all unsung heroes who
Made this world for you and me
(Jamestown)
Night crawlers cleared the forests
Of seedlings nuts and leaves
And everything everywhere dried up
And the natives got the dry heaves
Mosquitoes brought malaria
And bees brought their hives
And the Indians got less scarier
With yellow skin and eyes
Hoorah hooray the black rats of London
They crossed the sea for you and me
Let's raise a glass so thankfully
Hail Hail hooray the black rats of London
Made the long treacherous passage too
Spread their natural juices a gift to you
Well a gift to you
(Yorktown)
Parasites decimated the red army
Of Cornwallis and his flock
Standing weakly on Yorktown battlefield
With measles and small pox
Horses hogs chickens and dogs
And John Rolfe's prized worms
Divine intervention bacterial strains
From imported English dirt
Hoorah hooray the black rats of London
They crossed the sea for you and me
Let's raise a glass so thankfully
Hail Hail hooray the black rats of London
Made the long treacherous passage too
Spread their natural juices a gift to you
Their natural juices yes a gift to you
Hoorah hooray
Hoorah hooray
Hail Hail hooray
Hoorah hooray hooray hooray hooray
Hoorah hooray the black rats of London
They crossed the sea for you and me
Let's raise a glass so thankfully
Hail Hail hooray the black rats of London
Made the long treacherous passage too
Spread their natural juices a gift to you
The black rats of London
They crossed the sea for you and me
Let's raise a glass so thankfully
Hail Hail hooray the black rats of London
Made the long treacherous passage too
Spread their natural juices a gift to you
Yes a gift to you
Hey
Pat yourself on the back you did a great job
And the black rats of London
Made such a glorious vicious mob
Sorry Rene it's just not true
Parameciums have feelings too
Where were the black rats
When we needed them the most
There were slave owners to infect
And the Joe Mengeles of the American West
