This friend of mine
He's sort of fine,
Cock- A- Roach - A!
He knows me,
He's never clean,
Cock- A- Roach - A,
He appears almost
every year
Cock- a- roach-A!
Just one flea
No maybe it's just me
Cock-A-Roach-A!
With wings and things
he's back again,
Like it was never to end,
He loves to run
As I try to smash 'em,
Take a lamp light in hand to hit 'em,
but he's up and running again,
Here he'll be that thing and me
Cock -A- Roach-A!
On this couch ...oh my,
I'll get the phone this time!
Cock-A-Roach-A!
With wing's a flying
he's tough to find,
Like hundreds of them are
marching wing and hand,
They're covering the walls and
now the furniture too...
Think I'll take a can of raid
and beat them with it instead.
Here I'll be just fighting that
cock roach and me,
Cock-a-Roach - aaaaa!
This house of mine,
now belong's to them
From the curtains, to the T.V.,
to the front door screen
Where I'll find an exit
I don't know why I even tired their mean...
Cock-a-roach-aaaaaaa!