Behold the Lowly Centipede Songtext
von Stephin Merritt

Behold the lowly centipede
He undulates and wiggles
To form and poise, he pays no heed
He oscillates and wriggles
He wriggles high, he wriggles low

He wriggles far and wide
He wriggles in eye sockets
Of ladies who have died


He wriggles in the highest trees
He wriggles in the deep
He wriggles in the dainty ears
Of ladies fast asleep

Behold the lowly centipede
He crawls hither and thither
Of gold and guns he has no need
He only needs to slither

He slithers here, he slithers there
Through country, field and town
He slithers in the underwear
Of ladies sitting down


He slithers anywhere he likes
Wherever passion leads
He slithers into ladies
And makes baby centipedes