I'm clinging to the red drapes 

while listening to eaten tapes 

The footsteps booming in my ear 

every second a hundred years 



The walls are tall and white 

plenty of room to fly my kite 

My skin is slick and yellow 

I can see you little fellow 



Little insect on my pillow 

you may try to run away 

But the birds up in the willow 

will eat you up if you don't stay 



I have a little friend in you 

and I know you like me too 

Crawling beneath the yellow sheets 

caressing me with all eight feet 



Little insect on my pillow 

you may try to run away 

But the birds up in the willow 

will eat you up if you don't stay