Spider in My Room

There's a spider in my room

There's a spider in my room

Then the 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 pickin' on your own damn size."

But the Hoover was quick, termination complete

In its bedroom home not 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 gettin' 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 liferaft 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