The Bedbug Song Here's to the bedbug he's a friend of mine No matter where I travel he's never far behind He never seems to worry he always has a home When he picks me for an address I get the itch to roam Now the flea Has an appetite it's true But leave it to the bedbug to put the bite on you Well it's bedbugs in the morning In the afternoon A swimin' in my coffee A climbin' up the spoon When I go to bed at night, crawl beneath the sheet Then I am awakened by the sound of marching feet It's just a bedbug Sunday school a marching round and round Down across my stomach onto the picnic ground Little friend I never hear you gripe You'll always stay for dinner Even though I'm not your type Then sing to the bedbugs As they crawl and creep It's a handy occupation when You're trying to go to sleep Hail to the roaches we squash upon our floors Applaud the mighty termite who runs a sodded oars But lo, the humble bedbug don't judge him by his size At spreading purple agony he's bound to take the prize Look at people Ever since the world began Makes you wonder who's a bigger louse The bedbug or the man Then let's hear it for the bedbug If for this and nothing more He'll help you to remember what your finger nails are for https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL58rDeFIsN-NvRk2oUP-SobRefkgZzGBE
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