under my fridge I found the roach bug  
 they were eating my potatoes  
 they even got to raise a fambly  
  
 it aint no failing I just want 'em out  
 I live in filth and now I want 'em out  
 they dont even hep me to pay my rent  
 they even eat the cash I hadn't spent  
  
 the son of bum aint like a stink bug  
 they aren't like the rolly pollies  
 they dont behave like a cicada  
 but there better than the crab bug  
  
 if I could only dream about them  
 and bathe them in the new age light  
 I'd put cookies in my bedroom  
 and gladly let them spend night in my bed  
 in my bed