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