This week’s shudder-inducing theme for Song Lyric Sunday is insects and other creepy things that most right-minded people find utterly horrible.
It must be said that such creatures are not typical subjects for your average songsmith. There again, The Who’s bass guitarist, John Entwistle, was far from typical. ‘Boris The Spider’ is obviously a novelty song, but it certainly has a darker edge to it.
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
Written by John Entwistle
the only deadhead in the hameau 
John Entwistle was nicknamed “The Ox” and “Thunderfingers”.
The Who were by far the loudest band I ever heard. I was 40 rows back and Entwistle’s bass quite literally pinned me to the back of my seat.