Faithless - Spiders, Crocodiles & Kryptonite lyrics

Dally O'Malley: 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! Robert Smith: 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 The Spiderman is always hungry Maxi Jazz: 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? Robert Smith: "Come into my parlour," said the spider to the fly, "For I have a little something here." Dally O'Malley: 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 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!"