Boris the Spider ("Saturday Club" BBC Session)

Look he's crawling up my wall
Black and hairy very small
Now he's up above my head
Hanging by a little thread

Boris the Spider
Boris the Spider

Now he's dropped onto the floor
Edging for the bedroom door
Maybe he's as scared as me?
Where's he gone now? I can't see

Boris the Spider
Boris the Spider

Creepy crawly, creepy crawly
Creepy creepy, crawly crawly
Creepy creepy, crawly crawly
Creepy creepy, crawly crawly
Creepy creepy, crawly 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

Boris the Spider
Boris the Spider

Creepy crawly, creepy crawly
Creepy creepy, crawly crawly
Creepy creepy, crawly crawly
Creepy creepy, crawly crawly
Creepy creepy, crawly crawly

He's come to a sticky end
Don't think he will ever mend
Nevermore will he crawl round
He's inbedded in the ground

Boris the Spider
Boris the Spider



Credits
Writer(s): John Entwistle
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