Look, he's crawling up my wall 
Black and hairy, very small 
Now he's up above my head 
Hanging by a little thread 

Boris the spider 
Boris the spider 

Now he's dropped on to the floor 
Heading for the bedroom door 
Maybe he's as scared as me 
Where's he gone now, I can't see 

Boris the spider 
Boris the spider 

Creepy, crawly 
Creepy, crawly 
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly 
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly 
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly 
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly 

There he is wrapped in a ball 
Doesn't seem to move at all 
Perhaps he's dead, I'll just make sure 
Pick this book up off the floor 

Boris the spider 
Boris the spider 

Creepy, crawly 
Creepy, crawly 
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly 
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly 
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly 
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly 
 [bad word] to a sticky end 
Don't think he will ever mend 
Never more will he crawl 'round 
He's embedded in the ground 

Boris the spider 
Boris the spider