We won’t go shopping
But at the food court we’ll eat
Then just sit around and gripe
Cause we’re mall rats...

Though the vendors curse and swear
Our loitering might piss them off
Flip through comic books all day
We’re mall rats

We have… No dough…
Can’t buy stuff… It blows…
So the sellers will say “Leave!”
Our pet peeve (Damn!)

Grab a Cinnabon
Chewing on empty calories
DDR a round
At the mall’s arcade
When the week is done
We’ll seek out the land full of greed
There’s nowhere else to go
We’re mall rats

Best Buy is complete
We can play with gadgetry
Fun robotic toys
For mall rats

Shoplifting like we’re pros
I slipped off with lunch trays
Your eyes just roll
But we’re not high class crooks
Just mall rats

This mall’s… Our home…
Grab a bench… And loaf...
Without treasure we don’t need
Shopping sprees
(Nope!)

We’ll check out some guns
At Dick’s Sporting Goods today
Or go pet a hound
At the pet store place
It’s a ton of fun
Chicks here…
Are cute, we’ll hit on vendees
No money we will blow
We’re mall rats

Although we’re quite shun
Mall cops want us to go away
But we’ll stick around
Much to their malaise
We’re a couple punks
Won’t get the clue they want us to leave
We’ll sit around and boast
We’re mall rats

(Oooooh…. Oooooh… Ooooooh… Oooooooh)
(Till the stores all close we’re mall rats)