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