Robyn Hitchcock & The Venus 3 - Olé! Tarantula (album version) lyrics

Out in the trees old tarantula has got me humming Out in the desert the cacti are home Tarantulas cluster in their underground dome Olé tarantula Furry black legs and a spicy goatee If you see Gino won't you kiss him for me? Olé tarantula Through the dark windows she squeezes her eggs Out they come tumbling on their spindly legs Olé tarantula I feel like a three-legged chinchilla Standing on a table so wide I can't see over the side Tarantula Look at his fingers caressing your keys If he don't please you well you just can't be pleased Olé tarantula Pumping it out through a spiky black fist If she don't kiss you well you'll never be kissed (smooch!) Ole tarantula I knew a woman in San Francisco Or maybe it was down in San Jose I don't recall, either way Neither does she Yeah forget about me Oh Tarantula All life is sinful the Catholics say Use it up quick And then you throw it away Olé tarantula Olé tarantula