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