Copyright of Batty Rap (extended version) from film, FernGully: The Last Rainforest doesn't belong to me

Inside a pub, a very seedy pub known as the Rat Trap located in London, were two bats together and there were mice surrounding them, tough gangster-like mice. Bartok has never been to this place but his new friend has.

"Remind me why you wanted to come here," he complained.

"It's the only place where they have Rodent's Delight," Fidget told him.

"But there's no bats around! I'm sorry my friend but I prefer someplace quaint. Oh, what the heck we're still targets."

Fidget took a big relieving sigh after his strong drink.

"You know there isn't very much known about bats," Bartok brought up.

"That's right! No one does! My boss doesn't care for us!"

"Neither did mine. All he cared about was killing a girl."

"Mine wanted the mouse kingdom."

Bartok's eyes lifted and his spirits heightened when he said, "Hey, I've got an idea. Do you know the Batty Rap?"

"Yeah," Fidget smiled. "I know that song!"

"Let's sing it. That lady mouse is done."

"Now they'll know bats."

As if someone agreed to them, the pub became dark. Dark like a bat cave and sounds were everywhere. There was the noise of flapping wings, the squeaking of a bat, and the symbol of a bat came upon the curtains on the stage. Fidget and Bartok walked towards the stage while some visitors came inside the pub.

This time it wasn't mice. It was bats. They flew in through the door or some came walking inside while foreboding music played then it came to an upbeat tone. That was when Bartok and Fidget came on stage and started singing together,

Yo, the name is Batty, the logic is erratic

Potato in a jacket, toys in the attic

I rock and ramble, my brain is scrambled

Wrapped like an animal, but I'm a mammal

A female disembodied voice came to say, "A lot of our cosmetics are non-carcinogenic."

I've been brain fried, electrified

'fected and injectified, vivisectified

And fed pesticide

My face is all cut up, cause my radar's all shut up

Nurse, I need a check-up from the neck-up

I'm Batty!

More voices now said, "It seems to have no effect doctor. Get me another one. Get me another animal!"

They used and abused me

Battered and bruised me

Red wires, green wires, stuck 'em right through me

So hear my Batty word

And exercise a little prudence when dealing with humans

More mysterious voices echoed around the two bats performing that everyone suggested were human doctors who were torturing poor Batty Koda. He was in the pub that he jumped up and down remembering the awful pain, but yelled,

"As you see the animals don't really feel pain, they just get used to it! Awesome use of the language dude."

Bartok and Fidget kept singing.

'Cause I'm a real fruit bat and I'm ready to rap

I'm ready to snap

I suffer from sciatica and chapped lips

And jock itch!

Like a rocket in my pocket and a need to scratch

But now I can't stop it

Some girl bats came from behind Bartok and Fidget singing along with them

I'm Batty! (Batty, Batty) I'm Batty! (Batty, Batty)

I'm a real fruit bat and my logic is erratic

I'm Batty! (Batty, Batty) I'm Batty! (Batty, Batty)

It's my Batty Rap!

Again, a disembodied voice came and this time yelled, "Shave his head you idiot. It's just an animal."

My Batty Rap

My Batty Rap

(Who's Batty)

Moi

All of the bats applauded and a couple of mice as well. Bartok and Fidget smiled happily. If they knew, a man was nearby noticing bats flying everywhere in the sky and he knew he was Batman.