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There was a lot of rocking going on that night
Cruising time for the young bright lights
Just down past the gasworks, by the meat factory door
The five lamp boys were coming on strong
The Saturday night city beat had already started and the
The pulse of the corner boys just sprang into action and
Young Billy watched from under the yellow street light, and said
"Tonight, of all nights, there's gonna be a fight"
Billy don't like it living here in this town (he says)
Traps have been sprung long before he was born (he says)
Hope bites the dust behind all the closed doors
And pus and grime ooze from its scab-crusted sores
There's screaming and crying in the high-rise block
It's a rat trap, Billy, but you're already caught
But you can make it if you wanna, or you need it bad enough
You're young and good-looking, and you're acting kind of tough
Anyway, it's Saturday night, time to see what's going down
Put on the bright suit, Billy, head for the right side of town
It's only 8 o'clock, but you're already bored
You don't know what it is, but there's gotta be more
You'd better find a way out, hey, kick down that door
It's a rat trap and you've been caught
In this town, Billy says, "Everybody's trying to tell you what to do"
In this town, Billy says, "Everybody says you gotta follow rules"
You walk up to the traffic lights, you switch from your left to your right
You push in that button and the button comes alight
It lets you
Walk, don't walk, walk, don't walk
Talk, don't talk, talk, don't talk
Walk, don't walk, walk, don't walk
Talk, don't talk, talk, don't talk
Hey, Billy, take a walk, take a walk, take a walk
Billy, take a walk, take a walk, take a walk
Billy, take a walk, take a walk, take a walk
Hey, Billy, take a walk with me
(Take a walk that leads to me)
(Sweet high school blues)
Well, little Judy's trying to watch "Top of the Pops"
But mum and dad are fighting, don't they ever stop?
She takes up her coat and walks down to the street
It's cold on her road but it's got that home beat
Deep down in her pocket, she finds 50p
Hey, is that any way for a young girl to be?
I'm gonna get out of school, work in some factory
Work all the hours God gives me, get myself a little easy money
Now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now
Her mind's made up, she walks down the road
Her hands in her pockets, coat buttoned against the cold
She finally finds Billy down in the Italian Café
When he's drunk, it's hard to understand what Billy says
But then he mumbles in his coffee and he suddenly roars
"It's a rat trap, Judy, and we've been caught"
Rat trap, you've been caught in it
Rat trap, you've been caught in it
Rat trap, you've been caught in it
Rat trap, you've been caught in it
Rat trap, you've been caught in it
Rat trap, you've been caught in it (hey Billy)
Rat trap, you've been caught in it
Rat trap, you've been caught in it
Rat trap, you've been caught in it (watch out, watch out, watch out)
Rat trap, you've been caught in it
Writer(s): Bob Geldof
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