Kill all the roaches Don't you hate it when the roaches walk into your cup When you are involved in a vile act of making love A night of esctasy has rightfully been broken up When you go to take and drink and then you find them all All these roaches need to die, die Don't you hate it when the roaches want to help you cook Turn your head and they are everywhere you try to look Try to swat them and knock creme brulette onto your foot Cursing, screaming but there is just one thing you can think about |
All these roaches need to die, die Fall down on your knees Praying to God, "Please Just get rid of these God blasted, two-bit, disease infested, crawling things" All these roaches need to die, die All these roaches need to die, die All these roaches need to die, die All these roaches need to die, die |
| I've Got A Lovely Bunch Of Insecticide Words and Music: JAY |