| 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 |
| The pulse of the corner boys sprang into action |
| And young Billy watched it all under the yellow street light |
| And said «tonight of all nights there’s gonna be a fight» |
| Billy dont like it living here in this town |
| He says the 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 blocks" |
| It’s a rat trap Billy but you’re already caught |
| But you can make it if you want to 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 got to be more |
| You’d better find a way out, hey kick down the door |
| It’s a rat trap and you’ve been caught |
| In this town Billy says «everybody tries to tell you what to do» |
| In this town Billy says «everybody says you gotta follow rules.» |
| You walk up to those traffic lights, |
| Switch from your left to right |
| You push in that button, and when that button comes alight |
| It tells you |
| «Walk don’t walk |
| Talk don’t talk» |
| Hey Billy take a walk… with me. |
| Little Judy’s trying to watch «top of the pops» |
| But mum and dad are fighting don’t they ever stop, |
| She take down her coat and walks out on the street, |
| It’s cold on that road, but it’s got that home beat, |
| Deep down in her pockets she finds 50p., |
| Now 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 gave me get myself a little easy money» |
| Now, now, now na na. |
| Her mind’s made up, she walks down the road, |
| Her hands in her pockets, coat buttoned 'gainst the cold, |
| She finds Billy down at the Italion cafe |
| And when he’s drunk it’s hard to understand what Billy says |
| But then he mumbles in his coffee and suddenly roars, |
| «It's a rat trap Judy; and we’ve been caught…» |