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