I think I'm going to bed; I’m tired today, yeah!
A sound is driving me mad: it’s chirping away
I’ve got a cricket inside
I’ve got a cricket inside
I’ve got a cricket inside
It’s here somewhere...

It seems it’s living with me – I’m hunting around yeah
But tho’ I follow it’s ‘creek’ it cannot be found
I’ve got a cricket inside
I’ve got a cricket inside
I’ve got a cricket inside
I start to swear!

I don't know where it’s hiding so sly
I wanna peace-night
But what ear blight, it be
For sure, when look, the damn thing goes quiet
Would be my de-light
For maybe in flight, to see

The ringings goin’ through my head, much to my dismay, yeah
Usurped the calm that I’d had, in Katydid ways, yeah, oh
I’ve got a cricket inside
Causes me Tic in my eye-eye-eye
I’ve got a cricket inside
I’m going spare!

High echos from her hiding inside
I’d wish I’d pink-eye
Or caught the flu blight, you see
I thought that it might mean I might die *
See? Or an illness *
See? Or I’m pregnant? Not me... *

Instead, I rather would see this ringing backdown, yeah
For be no living with glee when head is fogbound, oh
I’ve got a cricket inside
I’ve got a cricket inside
Who’s got the insect-ti-cide?
It’s seen nowhere

Wish I was elsewhere
It’s quite a bugbear
That insect spyware
Sly bugger: say prayers