Spiderman '79 - Veruca Salt

You’re so nice, you tie me in a web

And cradle me till dawn.

You’re so deadly that I can see your breath

Beneath me when you’re gone.

You’re so windy, I’d like to pin you down

And tack you to the wall,

Spiderman, Spiderman.

Spider Sunday, you blaze up from the south

With oil on your hands.

I’m streaked in grease and grime and idle mouths.

You’ve spoiled all my plans,

Spiderman, Spiderman, Spiderman.

I can’t take more of that.

I can’t take more of that.

I can’t take more of that.

I can’t take more of that.

Whoa, ho-oh, Whoa, ho-oh.

Whoa, ho-oh.

Ho-oh.

Whoa, ho-oh, Whoa, ho-oh.

Whoa, ho-oh.

Ho-oh.

Whoa, ho-oh, Whoa, ho-oh.

Whoa, ho-oh.

Ho-oh.

Tiny truckstop, you lay me in a towel

And savor me like a lamb.

You smell of corduroy and lemon drops

And reds pulled from a can.

I dream in black and white,

I’ve long forgot exactly, who I am, am,

A Spiderman, Spiderman, Spiderman, Spiderman.

Whoa, ho-oh, Whoa, ho-oh.

Whoa, ho-ho.

Ho-oh.

Spiderman.

Whoa, ho-oh, Whoa, ho-oh.

Whoa, ho-oh.

Ho-oh.

Spiderman.

Whoa, ho-oh, Whoa, ho-oh.

Whoa, ho-oh.

Ho-oh.

Spiderman.