There´s a spider in my room
There´s a spider in my room

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 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 pickin´ 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 waters gettin´ high

I don´t like moths and bugs
They buzz, they get in the rugs
But where´s a guy find some room
In a 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
Spider in my
Spider in my
Spider in my