Look, he’s crawling up my wall
Black and hairy, very small
Now he’s up above my head
Hanging by a little thread
Boris the spider
Boris the spider
Now he’s dropped on to the floor
Heading for the bedroom door
Maybe he’s as scared as me
Where’s he gone now, I can’t see
Boris the spider
Boris the spider
Creepy, crawly
Creepy, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
There he is wrapped in a ball
Doesn’t seem to move at all
Perhaps he’s dead, I’ll just make sure
Pick this book up off the floor
Boris the spider
Boris the spider
Creepy, crawly
Creepy, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
He’s come to a sticky end
Don’t think he will ever mend
Never more will he crawl ’round
He’s embedded in the ground
Boris the spider
Boris the spider
Hvor kom den fra? Boris the Spiser med The Who dukkede op i mit hoved, medens jeg hældte kaffe op i koppen. Edderkopper har vi ikke mange af her på første sal. Og araknofobi er kun noget, husets femina kan siges at lide af. Nå, men John Entwistles bidrag til The Whos 1966-album “A Quick One” har længe været en af mine favoritter med bandet. Et medrivende, hårdt rockende Who-nummer fra gruppens glansperiode i midten af tresserne.
Det er Entwistle selv, der lægger den afgrundsdybe basvokal i sangens baggrund. Sangen opstod i følge anekdoterne efter en bytur med Rolling Stones Bill Wyman, hvor John og Bill havde leget med tanken om at give dyr sjove navne. Sangen, der har et klart hitpotentiale, kom vist aldrig ud på single…