I met an old, fat spider, spinning in his tree.
I said, "Hey, old, fat spider, I bet you can't catch me!
You've grown too fat, you lazy lob.
You're just an old Tom Noddy!
Hey Attercop, hey Attercop, you can't catch anybody!" 

And then the old, fat spider, he spun a final thread.
I said, "Hey, old, fat spider, it's time that you were dead!"
I drew my sword to cut his silk, to kill the old Tom Noddy,
But then I thought, "I'll leave him be. He can't catch anybody." 

I met an old, fat spider in his spinning tree.
His web was old and tattered. He could hardly see.
I shooted a fly into his lair to feed the old Tom Noddy,
'Cause how can you kill a spider who can't catch anybody?