Smearing honey on his body, waiting for the bugs    He knows his habit's gotten bad, but it's too damn fun    Nothing could prepare him for the way they make him feel    Insects tickle, make him giggle, lapping up their meal       Gets his jollies, creepy-crawlies dancing on his skin    One gets food and one gets off, both are bound to win    A probing fly climbs up his pee hole, then it lays some eggs    Cretin shakes the critters off and shoos them all away       Starts to hurt    Maggots squirm    Infected dick    Makes him sick       Creepy crawlies    Cretin follies    Dangerous jollies    Creepy crawlies       Pelvic pains and tender balls keep him up at night    His swelling groin lets him know that something isn't right    Clutching at his belly, too sick to want to play    Reluctantly he has to send his insect friends away       Baby flies burst from boils, buzzing through the air    The swarming vulgar mass of bugs gives him quite a scare    He throws himself into a pool of water frantically    Never having learned to swim, poor bastard quickly sinks       Going down    Man and bug drown    Holding breath    Wait for death       [Guitar solo: Martinez]       Creepy crawlies    Cretin follies    Dangerous jollies    Creepy crawlies