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

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