There's a beetle on my chin, and it's nearing my mouth
A spider on the ceiling, hairy and silent
And something's growing on my stomach, big and black and blue
Slimy and searching, a child like I was born
And then the doorbell rings, and what's worse than that?
It rings and it rings, I gather my courage and open up
And a fine and healthy face says "can I come in?"
And I hear it clinking, so I say "be my guest"
Maybe it's easier when there's two of you
So we open up a beer, and what's better than that?
Then we end up getting drunk once more
And we drink and we drink and we sing a song
We sing hi and ho, where should we go tonight?
There's a beetle on my chin, and it's nearing my mouth
A spider on the ceiling, hairy and silent
And something's growing on my stomach, big and black and blue
Slimy and searching, a child like I was born
And then the doorbell rings, and what's worse than that?