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 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 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