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 picking 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 getting 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

In the corner beside my bed
Very busy spinning thread
Eight legs and a little head

There's a spider in my room
There's a spider in my room
Spider
Spider