There’s a spider crawling up my leg

A spider sleeping in my bed

A spider living in my shed

One in my chicken sandwich sucking on my slice of bread

I want to scream

I want to shout

I want to tear my hair out

I want to shriek

I’m feeling sick

Please someone dial 999 quick

My friends say “Neal – what’s wrong with ya?”

I say “ARACHNOPHOBIA!”

There’s a spider wedged between my toes

A cobweb hanging from my nose

A spider chewing on my clothes

A spider moving in to make my wardrobe his new home

I’m panting

I’m sweating hot

I’m frozen stiff, stuck to this spot

I’m horrified

I’m petrified

My stomach’s churning up inside

My friends say “Neal – what’s wrong with ya?”

I say “ARACHNOPHOBIA!”

A spider’s sitting in my chair

Another’s tangled in my hair

There’s a spider here, a spider there

Three spiders in my underwear

I want to yell

I want to flee

There’s a spider swimming in my tea

I want to faint

I want to vomit

I can’t even face reading Spider-Man comics

My friends say “Neal – what’s wrong with ya?”

I say “ARACHNOPHOBIA!”

Some people are scared of the dark, snakes, flying or their teachers

Me? I’m absolutely terrified by them small eight-legged creatures

My friends say “Neal – what’s wrong with ya?”

I say “ARACHNOPHOBIA!”