Faithless - Spiders, Crocodiles & Kryptonite lyrics
[Faithless - Spiders, Crocodiles & Kryptonite lyrics]
Now, you can't do it fast
I'm not going to bed
Just do it, do it, do it that's right
Here we go
Saving all my money for a pocketful of love
And food in my tummy chocolate and broccoli
Sand and dirt and squashin' snails
I'm never goin' to bed but if I do
Selfish crocodile's comin' too
Train sets, birthdays and wheelie bins
Pizzas, diggers and dirty things
What I want is a car like Noddy
And to live with the monkeys in the zoo
I'm never goin' to bed but if I do
Hungry caterpillar's comin' too
He's coming yeah
He's coming he's coming
Here he is!
On candy stripe legs, the Spiderman comes
Softly through the shadows of the evening Sun
Stealing past the window of
The blissfully dead
Looking for the victim shivering in bed
Searching out fear in the gathering gloom
Then suddenly
A movement in the corner of the room
And there is nothing I can do
And I realise with fright
The Spiderman is having me for dinner tonight
Spiderman is always hungry
Under the covers, boy
You been reading those comics for hours
I bet you didn't know your
Dad had super powers
Now, where's the dinner when we play
Down the nose with your ma
She's vex when me flex my x ray vision
It'll come, son
Don't worry, you'll develop it later on
The source of that river run
From nothing but wisdom
'Cause you're a born Skywalker
And maybe Obi Wan now, give me your comic
Go to sleep and don't make your mama come
She the only one with the kryptonite
So, I don't wanna hear another peep, alright?
Spiderman is always hungry
Spiderman is always hungry
"Come into my parlour, " said
The spider to the fly
"For I have a little something here"
Here it comes! Here it comes! Here
It comes! Here he is!
Yeah life! Bring it on! Give it to me!
I love it! I can't get enough!
I can never get enough!
I can't get no sleep!
Little Rogue: "What is this?"
Dally O'Malley: "Headphones"
Little Rogue: "What is it for doin'?"
Dally O'Malley: "So
You put 'em on your ears and
You can hear your music"
Little Rogue: "From there?"
Dally O'Malley: "yeah" little Rogue: "From-"
Dally O'Malley: "From the microphone"
Little Rogue: "What’s that
In the microphone?"
Dally O'Malley: "A diaphragm"
Little Rogue: "I–I speak in the
Microphone hi-o! Hi-o! Hi-o!"
I'm not going to bed
Just do it, do it, do it that's right
Here we go
Saving all my money for a pocketful of love
And food in my tummy chocolate and broccoli
Sand and dirt and squashin' snails
I'm never goin' to bed but if I do
Selfish crocodile's comin' too
Train sets, birthdays and wheelie bins
Pizzas, diggers and dirty things
What I want is a car like Noddy
And to live with the monkeys in the zoo
I'm never goin' to bed but if I do
Hungry caterpillar's comin' too
He's coming yeah
He's coming he's coming
Here he is!
On candy stripe legs, the Spiderman comes
Softly through the shadows of the evening Sun
Stealing past the window of
The blissfully dead
Looking for the victim shivering in bed
Searching out fear in the gathering gloom
Then suddenly
A movement in the corner of the room
And there is nothing I can do
And I realise with fright
The Spiderman is having me for dinner tonight
Spiderman is always hungry
Under the covers, boy
You been reading those comics for hours
I bet you didn't know your
Dad had super powers
Now, where's the dinner when we play
Down the nose with your ma
She's vex when me flex my x ray vision
It'll come, son
Don't worry, you'll develop it later on
The source of that river run
From nothing but wisdom
'Cause you're a born Skywalker
And maybe Obi Wan now, give me your comic
Go to sleep and don't make your mama come
She the only one with the kryptonite
So, I don't wanna hear another peep, alright?
Spiderman is always hungry
Spiderman is always hungry
"Come into my parlour, " said
The spider to the fly
"For I have a little something here"
Here it comes! Here it comes! Here
It comes! Here he is!
Yeah life! Bring it on! Give it to me!
I love it! I can't get enough!
I can never get enough!
I can't get no sleep!
Little Rogue: "What is this?"
Dally O'Malley: "Headphones"
Little Rogue: "What is it for doin'?"
Dally O'Malley: "So
You put 'em on your ears and
You can hear your music"
Little Rogue: "From there?"
Dally O'Malley: "yeah" little Rogue: "From-"
Dally O'Malley: "From the microphone"
Little Rogue: "What’s that
In the microphone?"
Dally O'Malley: "A diaphragm"
Little Rogue: "I–I speak in the
Microphone hi-o! Hi-o! Hi-o!"