And there’s a centipede Naked in your bedroom Oh, and you swear to God The fucker’s out to get you
And I digress ‘Cause I must make you the perfect morning I try my best To scoop the slugger out the window
And there’s a praying mantis Prancing on your bathtub And you swear it’s a priest From a past life out to getcha
And I digress ‘Cause I must make you the perfect evening I try my best To put the priest inside a jam jar
And there’s a millipede Angry on your carpet Oh, and I must admit He’s staring with a vengeance
Oh, and I digress ‘Cause I must make you the perfect morning And I try my best To prove that nothing’s out to get you To prove that nothing’s out to get you