Boris The Spider Lyrics

Boris The Spider (John Entwhistle)

Look what's crawling up my wall.
Black & Hairy, very small.
Now it's up above my head.
Hanging by a little thread.  (Chorus 2x)

Now it's dropped down to the floor.
Headed for the bedroom door.
Maybe he's as scared as me.
Where's he gone now I can't see.

Chorus 2x: Boris the Spider..... Creepy, Crawly....

There he is wrapped in a ball.
Doesn't seem to move at all. 
Perhaps he's dead, I'll just make sure.
Pick this book up off the floor. (Chorus 2x, Creepy)

He's come to a sticky end.  
Don't think he will ever mend.
Never more will he rome round.
He's imbedded in the ground. (Chorus 4x)