She likes it hot, she likes it humid
She likes my cake, and she´s not stupid
She likes my sugar, she likes my bread
I´m ready to attack
She comes at night, when I´m asleep
Without a sound, just like a thief
She comes to crawl, under my bed
I´m ready to attack
Priscilla oh Priscilla
You last resistant chiller
Priscilla oh Priscilla
Tonight I´m going to kill ya
She lives in my kitchen
Down in the shade
She likes leftovers
And throwaways
I´m on a diet
And she is fat
I´m ready to attack
Priscilla oh Priscilla
You last resistant chiller
Priscilla oh Priscilla
Tonight I´m going to kill ya
I can´t do it I can´t do it at all
She turns a man into killer
This cockroach named Priscilla
This cockroach named Priscilla
You´re gonna be here
You´re gonna be there
You´re gonna be everywhere
I´m coming after you
I´m coming after you
You´re gonna be now
You´re gonna be then
You´re gonna be out and in
I´m coming after you
I´m coming after you
You´re gonna be saint
You´re gonna be sin
You´re gonna lose and win
I´m coming after you
I´m coming after you
Priscilla oh Priscilla
Tonight I´m going to kill ya