(Willcox / Bogen) Exploring Down through the drain-pipe Up and through the sink Amble across the kitchen floor Scurry up the walls to the ceiling Around, Around Around, Around The light fitting Searching, searching Searching, searching For excitement Walkie-talkie, walkies talk and walk, talk and walk (Spider) Walkie-talkie, walkies talk and walk, talk and walk I know your fantasies I know I'm your fear Down through the mouse-hole To your room of dreams So silent now So content with peace But I'll enter your earhole And chew you up to pieces Walkie-talkie, walkies talk and walk, talk and walk (Spider) Walkie-talkie, walkies talk and walk, talk and walk Walkie-talkie robot bent on destruction Built to do bad with my bionic action As my bolt slipped My mind's licked My wires overheated And I've got a nasty dose of internal combustion Well I roamed on the moors And I trampled the heather Listened for calls And sniffed out the leather My whips cracked My transistors snapped My cogs turned conceited But the deed was completed Walkie-talkie, walkies talk and walk, talk and walk (Spider) Walkie-talkie, walkies talk and walk, talk and walk Walkie-talkie, walkies talk and walk, talk and walk (Spider) Walkie-talkie, walkies talk and walk, talk and walk Talk and walk Talk and walk Talk and walk