| Lyrics: | He reads books; of the list book club
And after two months--his stance a familiar hunch
It's
that same slouch - you had the last time he came around
His oppression abounds,
his type is doing the rounds
He is a scum-egg; a horrid trendy
wretch
C.R.E.E.P. CR E.E.P.
BLACK saucers at the back of your
neck
Interruptions, from the side when you talk
in the presence, of this ugly gawk,
is
offending, make sure you're not absorbed
(With hideous luck - he'll absorb all your
talk)
CR E.E.P. C.R.E.E.P. (3 times)
FROM the bright sun, he
came one fine morn |
