I've seen you everywhere.
I feel you everywhere.
Tarantula.
Tarantula.
Load up on the sunny sky.
I've got a ticket to ride.
The Tarantula.
Tarantula.
I was dreaming of my kindergarten teacher.
I remember she once told me she was 21 years old.
In the classroom I was so infatuated.
with my kindergarten teacher,
Such a goddess I adored
At five years old.
I've got an ice cream cone.
And I'll finish it before I get home.
Tarantula.
Tarantula.
I don't think the roller coaster is scary.
There's only one ride for me.
The Tarantula.
Tarantula.
I was dreaming of my kindergarten teacher.
I was dreaming of that Central Islip field behind the school.
Dressed in red, she sat demurely under trees,
Green and full of leaves,
they blew their pollen down to me.
I'm spinning there so round and 'round, and 'round, and 'round and 'round..
I keep spinning, though my feet, they touch the ground.
Tarantula.
Tarantula.
Now I see there is no return for me.
No return to the woman by the tree.
Tarantula.
Tarantula.
(Bridge)
Late at night, in the wintertime,
The Tarantula.
Sleeps under a blanket made
of red fiber.
Protecting him, from the snow
so once again.
We can sit with ice cream cones
and ride on him.
I was dreaming of my kindergarten teacher.
She was my true love back then
I guess for me, she'll always be.
