Words & music by jim creeggan

There's a spider in my room
There's a spider in my room

And 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 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 it's eyes
It said, 'try pickin' on your own damn size,'
But the hoover was quick, termination complete
In it's 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 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 life raft home, a little rubber tomb

There's a spider in my room
There's a spider in my room

• Call Me Calmly
• I Know
• I Live With It Every Day
• In The Drink
• Just a Toy
• Same Thing
• Spider in My Room
• This is Where It Ends