I'm clinging to the red drapes    while listening to eaten tapes    The footsteps booming in my ear    every second a hundred years       The walls are tall and white    plenty of room to fly my kite    My skin is slick and yellow    I can see you little fellow       Little insect on my pillow    you may try to run away    But the birds up in the willow    will eat you up if you don't stay       I have a little friend in you    and I know you like me too    Crawling beneath the yellow sheets    caressing me with all eight feet       Little insect on my pillow    you may try to run away    But the birds up in the willow    will eat you up if you don't stay