When I look out my front door
What do you think's in store
When I look in the bushs
So many mosquitos at dusk
Those bloodsuckers
Very strange

You've got to stare at every itch
You've got to slap every bitch
females bite to feed their young
Oh no, must be the season
Oh no, must be the season

Oh no, must be the season of the itch
When I look over my shoulder
What do you think I see
Mosquitos lookin' at me
Its so strange

Now its turnin colder
Its the silent biters plight
But come next year
When I'm older
It will be another fight

Oh no...