Faithless - Spiders, Crocodiles & Kryptonite lyrics

Dally O'Malley:
Now, you can't do it fast...
I'm not going to bed!

Just do it, do it, do it
That's right
Here we go

Saving all my money for a pocket full of love and food in my tummy
Chocolate and broccoli
Sand and dirt and squashin' snails
I'm never goin' to bed but if I do
Selfish crocodile's come in two
Train sets, birthdays and wheelie bins
Pizza, stickers and dirty things

What I want is a car like Knuddy
And to live with the monkeys in the zoo
I'm never goin' to bed but if I do
Hungry caterpillar's come in two

He's coming
He's coming
He's coming
Here he is!

Robert Smith:
On candy stripe legs, the Spiderman comes
Softly through the shadows of the evening Sun
Stealing past the window of the blissfully dead
Looking for the victim shivering in bed
Searching out fear in the gathering gloom,
Then suddenly, a movement in the corner of the room
And there is nothing I can do and I realise with fright
The Spiderman is having me for dinner tonight

The Spiderman is always hungry

Maxi Jazz:
Under the covers, boy, you been reading those comics for hours
I bet you didn't know your dad had super powers
Now, where's the dinner when we play down the nose with your ma
She's vex when me flex my x-ray vision
It'll come, son
Don't worry, you'll develop it later on
The source of that river run from nothing but wisdom
'Cause you're a born Skywalker, and maybe Obi-Wan
Now, give me your comic
Go to sleep and don't make your mama come
She the only one with the kryptonite
So, I don't wanna hear another peep, alright?

Robert Smith:
"Come into my parlour," said the spider to the fly, "For I have a little something here."

Dally O'Malley:
Here it comes! Here it comes! Here it comes! Here he is!
Yeah life! Bring it on! Give it to me!
I love it! I can't get enough! I can never get enough!
I can't get no sleep!

Little Rogue: "What is this?"
Dally O'Malley: "Headphones."
Little Rogue: "What is it for doin'?"
Dally O'Malley: "So, you put 'em on your ears and you can hear music."
Little Rogue: "From there?"
Dally O'Malley: "Yeah."
Little Rogue: "From-"
Dally O'Malley: "From the microphone."
Little Rogue: "What’s that in the microphone?"
Dally O'Malley: "A diaphragm."
Little Rogue: "I–I speak in the microphone. Hi-o! Hi-o! Hi-o!"