The very thought of you
Know what I ought to do?
Try to figure out a way
That I can slaughter you
It's become a nightmare
It's getting worse and worse
Must be something I can do
To get you to disperse
The mere idea of you
Want to steer clear of you
I need to find a way
To instill some fear in you
You're not the least afraid
Can tell as you approach
Won't waste money, no more Raid
Damn roach