Now that it's cold with winds outside
They need a warm new place to hide
Inside your walls, under the floor, the cabinet, behind your door
They get a drink inside your sink
They have a laugh around the bath
And when you go and turn your back they like to sneak a little snack
Black Flag, Decon, indoor sprays, fumigators by the score
Swat them, slap them, hammer them with Raid they come back for more
And in the darkest hour, just before the dawn
You can hear them singing some old love song
They wipe their feet on your lunch meat
They put their hands into your cans
They take your scraps into their laps and then they dine upon your wine
Well, earlier tonight you hurried up to go on your big date
And in your haste you left a lot of dirty forks and knives and plates
And as you sit here listening to this stupid song
On your kitchen table there's a party going on
And when you get home late tonight
Open the door and turn on your light
And you will see your wallpaper change those are cockroaches on parade!
