Ratatatay

George looks gorgeous in pinstripes,

pocket handkerchief and cravat,

swaggering out of the Band On The

Wall in a burgundy Homberg hat,

singing "Ratatatay, ratatatay!" George

after-hours and the worse for whisky

when somebody shouts "Hey, you!" in

a pitch-black Manchester backstreet

... well, what's a poor singer to do but

sing "Ratatatay, ratatatay"? Two men

flashing a knife blade, saying "give us

your notes and your watch" - Singing

the backstreet stand-off to the rhythm

of the fear and the scotch. George, not

wanting to feel the knife, cornered

and speeding and scared ... from the

back of his mind comes 'Ursonate',

Sound and fury and words. He sings:

"Ratatatay, ratatatay!" So the robbers

are stuck to the spot now, watching

George as he sings for his life. Menace

turns to panic and they turn and run

and the song waves goodbye to the

knife - singing "Ratatatay, ratatatay!"