One of these mites,
One of these bed bugger bites.
We’re gonna find a little drama, tiny parasites.
The mattress is falling, the itching is high
Cause the hotels and motels comply.

You got my fingers,
You got my feet,
Well, I’ve got carton of Raid.

Ooo, little larva in sheets
Brought forth from the dirty air duct.
Ooo, dusty mites in my feets,
Swear I’m gonna find my
Skin all blood-sucked.

One of these creams,
One of these anti-itch creams,
So I won’t scratch scabs,
That end in bloody streams.

I’ve been lurching for the arachnid
of the spider himself,
I’ve been lurching for a translucent light.
I’ve got sinus rhinitis and I can’t
catch my breath,
Gonna torch this old mattress just
out of spite.

Ooo, laundry lady AWOL,
Hampering the days and the nights.
Ooo, allergies my downfall,
Swear I’m gonna kill every
One of these mites.

One of these mites,
In between the sheets and the frights.
Gnawing right behind me
Swear I’m gonna be free
Bomb you with my stick dynamites.
One of these mites,
One of these mites,
I can kill ‘em
I can kill ‘em
One of these mites
Gnawing right behind me.
Swear I’m gonna kill every
One of these mites.