Spiders [...]

Talk talk

You think it's the pipes

But who turns out the lights?

Our city hobgoblins

[Aboleroy] is a home hobgoblin

And at nights all ready

Our city hobgoblins

[Here] past my home at night

They are not alright

Ten times my age

One-tenth my height

Our city hobgoblins

Goes up the old night mill

Ah but evil

[Abbey grange for old pre-glaze]

Pretentious [pretends to] say

Our city hobgoblins

They'll get yer

Said Queen Victoria

It's a large black slug in Piccadilly, Manchester

Our city hobgoblins

And they say

We cannot walk the floor at night in peace

At night in peace