My name is Gregor, I live with my parents This year they're celebrating 20 years of marriage And my sis Greta? yeah, we get along pretty well But she's on lockdown, sort of like the city jail She plays the violin, a true virtuoso And I'm not an expert, but I just know so Anyway I must've been having a bad dream I was sweating and wrestling like I was just tag teamed And after all the fussing and squirming I woke up transformed into a monstrous vermin Looked in the mirror--I can't believe what I'm seeing An 8-legged bug, I used to be a human being! Now this is a headspinner, I can't go to work like this But can't stay home, I'm the breadwinner So I'm getting back in the bed Sooner or later we'll see that this is all in my head I hope [Chorus] I can't believe what has happened to me I'm a bug that no one is happy to see I don't think it could get any worse than this This, is... the metamorphosis I was awakened from my nap by a knock on the door It was loud; startled me so I fell over on the floor I heard--"Gregor, wake up!"--it was my boss the chief clerk His slogan is "you get vacation when you're six feet in dirt See I'm a traveling salesman, but he's just lazy Instead of coming here, he could've replaced me And so I ask, "yessir what do you want?" And he responded with "Open this door at once!" And so I did, and when he saw this grotesque sight He screamed, and proceeded to run for his life And my parents and my sister were there too Too shocked to scream, but they shoo me right back in the room Shut the door, and I just sit up on the ceiling Where I spend the rest of my days, thinking and chilling Thank God for Greta who brings me food And recognizes, vermin gotta eat too [Chorus] Since I'm an insect and I can't work It's about time for the family to prove their worth 'cause it's the only ay that we can keep the house we've got So my Pop gets a job at the valet lot Greta and mom work too so they got no time To bring me milk and those used watermelon rinds So if I need it, I guess I've gotta go for self I can go to the fridge, I don't need any help But as I got to the kitchen I heard a key in the latch It was Dad, in his hand were a bushel of apples He threw each one at me, it landed on my back Got stuck, made a gash, as I tried to make a dash To the room, I'm in pain, the only thing that could soothe me Was Greta on violin, but she got new on me Went back to my room, met my demise My family was relieved and went on with their lives... [Chorus]