| 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, 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, 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 |