Look, he's crawling up my wall
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Black and hairy, very small
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Now he's up above my head
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Hanging by a little thread
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Boris the spider
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Boris the spider
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Now he's dropped on to the floor
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Heading for the bedroom door
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Maybe he's as scared as me
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Where's he gone now, I can't see
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Boris the spider
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Boris the spider
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Creepy, crawly
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Creepy, crawly
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Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
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Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
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Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
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Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
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There he is wrapped in a ball
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Doesn't seem to move at all
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Perhaps he's dead, I'll just make sure
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Pick this book up off the floor
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Boris the spider
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Boris the spider
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Creepy, crawly
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Creepy, crawly
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Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
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Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
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Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
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Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
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He's come to a sticky end
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Don't think he will ever mend
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Never more will he crawl 'round
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He's embedded in the ground
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Boris the spider
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Boris the spider
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Boris The Spider
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| The Who |
