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