She likes it hot, she likes it humid  She likes my cake, and she's not stupid  She likes my sugar, she likes my bread  I'm ready to attack  She comes at night, when I'm asleep  Without a sound, just like a thief  She comes to crawl, under my bed  I'm ready to attack  Priscilla oh Priscilla  You last resistant chiller  Priscilla oh Priscilla  Tonight I'm going to kill ya  She lives in my kitchen  Down in the shade  She likes leftovers  And throwaways  I'm on a diet  And she is fat  I'm ready to attack  Priscilla oh Priscilla  You last resistant chiller  Priscilla oh Priscilla  Tonight I'm going to kill ya  I can't do it I can't do it at all  She turns a man into killer  This cockroach named Priscilla  This cockroach named Priscilla  You're gonna be here  You're gonna be there  You're gonna be everywhere  I'm coming after you  I'm coming after you  You're gonna be now  You're gonna be then  You're gonna be out and in  I'm coming after you  I'm coming after you  You're gonna be saint  You're gonna be sin  You're gonna lose and win  I'm coming after you  I'm coming after you  Priscilla oh Priscilla  Tonight I'm going to kill ya