Boris The Spider — The Who

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 on to the floor Heading 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 Never more will he crawl 'round He's embedded in the ground

Boris the spider Boris the spider