C
Out in the trees old tarantula has got me humming
Out in the desert the cacti are home
Tarantulas cluster in their underground dome
F               C
Olé tarantula

Furry black legs and a spicy goatee
If you see Gino won't you kiss him for me?
F                C
Olé tarantula

Through the dark windows she squeezes her eggs
out they come tumbling on their spindly legs
F                C
Olé tarantula

G
I feel like a three-legged chinchilla
                                                                      F
Standing on a table so wide I can't see over the side
            C
Tarantula

Look at his fingers caressing your keys
If he don't please you well you just can't be pleased
F                C
Olé tarantula

Pumping it out through a spiky black fist
If she don't kiss you well you'll never be kissed (smooch!)
F                C
Ole tarantula

G
I knew a woman in San Francisco
                                                                      F        C 
Or maybe it was down in San Jose I don't recall, either way
Neither does she
        G                 
Yeah forget about me
F                C
Oh Tarantula

All life is sinful the Catholics say Use it up quick
And then you throw it away
F                C
Olé tarantula
Bb              C
Olé tarantula