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