Couldn’t it be mice if those are droppings
Let’s go buy some traps and flee this room.
And couldn’t it be mice if those are shavings
Gnawed from my old bookcase facing doom.

You know they’re gonna go and make some babies
Gonna need a cat equipped with rabies.

Couldn’t it be mice who ate my new shoes
Forcing me to wear my old wing tips.
After having spent 90 hard-earned dollars,
Even my new Dockers have several rips.

Underworld small vermin I’ve been fighting,
Rodents make our home so uninviting.
Couldn’t it be mice.

Maybe if we lay some traps with cheese and pray they might come hither,
Babies then would not be born to a population withered,
No more infested,
Glue wisely invested.

Couldn’t it be mice.

We were trapped like rats, our backs against the wall,
Exterminators were an offense to call.
Insist on standing tall.
Couldn’t it be mice.