Spiders, Crocodiles & Kryptonite

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    Now you can't do it fast, it won't be an [Incomprehensible] you
    I'm not going to bed
    Just do it, do it, that's right
    Here we go

    Saving all my money for a pocketful of love
    And food in my tummy
    Chocolate and broccoli
    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
    Pizzas, diggers and dirty things
    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, yeah
    He's coming
    He's coming, yeah
    Here he is

    On candy stripe legs, spider man comes
    Softly through the shadow 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
    Suddenly a movement in the corner of the room
    And there is nothing I can do and I realize with fright
    The spider man is having me for dinner tonight

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    The spider man 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 gave me vexed when me flex me ex-rapism

    It'll come son, the way is you'll develop it later on
    Also the back river run for nothing but wisdom
    'Cause you're the born sky walker, I may be everyone
    Now give me your comic book
    Go to sleep and don't make your mama come

    She the only one with the kryptonite
    So I don't wanna hear another peep, alright?

    The spider man is always hungry
    The spider man 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 it comes, here he is
    Yeah, 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 enough sleep

    What is this?
    Headphones
    What is it for doing?
    So you put them on your ears
    And you can hear music

    From there?
    Yeah, from the microphone
    What's that in the microphone?
    A diaphragm
    I, I speak in the microphone
    Heyo, heyo, heyo

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    Composición: Lol Tolhurst, Cure (The), Simon Gallup, Porl Thompson, Boris Williams, Maxi Jazz, Rollo (Gb) y Tovim Ayalah Deborah Ben

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