There's a spider in my room There's a spider in my room
And then a voice above my head Said if that spider were made dead I'd better grow some fins 'cause It would make it easier to swim
I don't like spiders and snakes The way they crawl, the way they shake If a spider gets killed how does that make it rain How could I be the one to blame
A whisper drizzled down from the ice in its eyes it said, "Try pickin' on your own damn size," But the Hoover was quick, termination complete In its bedroom home got a chance to eat.
In the corner beside my bed Very busy spinning thread Eight legs and a little head
I hear the thunder from outside And the water's gettin' high
I don't like moths and bugs They buzz, they get in the rugs But where does a guy find some room in this life raft home, a little rubber tomb
There's a spider in my room There's a spider in my room
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