[Originally recorded by The Who at Pye Studios, London in October 1966]



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



He's come 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