under my fridge I found the roach bug
 they were eating my potatoes
 they even got to raise a fambly

 it aint no failing I just want 'em out
 I live in filth and now I want 'em out
 they dont even hep me to pay my rent
 they even eat the cash I hadn't spent

 the son of bum aint like a stink bug
 they aren't like the rolly pollies
 they dont behave like a cicada
 but there better than the crab bug

 if I could only dream about them
 and bathe them in the new age light
 I'd put cookies in my bedroom
 and gladly let them spend night in my bed
 in my bed