Olê! Tarantula - Robyn Hitchcock

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