now you can't do it fast, it won't be an...you! I'm not going to bed!
just do it, do it, thats right. here we go
saving all my money for a pocket full of love and food in my tummy chocolate and brocolli, sand and dirt and squashing snails i'm never going to bed but if i do, selfish crocodile's coming too train sets, birthdays and re-living pizza's, diggers and dirrty things and what i want is a car like noddy and to live with the monkeys in the zoo i'm never going to bed but if i do, hungry caterpillar's coming too
he's coming, yeh, he's coming, here he is
On candystripe legs, the Spiderman comes Softly through the shadows of the evening sun stealing past the windows of the blissfully dead looking for the victim, shivering in bed Searching out fear, in the gathering gloom, then suddenly, a movement in the corner of the room and there is nothing I can do and I realise with fright that the spiderman is having me for dinner tonight
the spiderman is always hungry
under the covers, boy you been reading those comics for hours i bet you didn't know your dad had super powers now where's your dinner, when we play down the rules with your ma she's vexed when me flex me ex rapism/rageism it'll come son, the way is you'll develop it later on also the back river run for nothing but wisdom cos you're the born skywalker, i may be obe wan now give me your comic book, go to sleep and don't make your mama come she only wana be the kryptonite so i don't wana hear another peep, alright?
the spiderman is always hungry
come into my parlor said the spider to the fly, for i have a little something here
here it comes, here it comes, here he is! yeh life! bring it on, give it to me! i love it! i can't get enough! i can never get enough! I can't get no sleep!
d: what is this? r: headphones d: what is it for doing? r: so you put them on your ears and you can hear music d: from there? r: yeh, from the microphone d: whats dat in the microphone? r: a diaphram d: i speak in the microphone d: heyo! heyo! heyo!