The Cockroach that Ate Cincinatti
I must offer to you a confession,
I like movies that give me a fright.
If the subject is horror,
I've got to see more or
I won't be contented all night.
You may call it my ghoulish obsession.
It's a subject on which I get chatty.
But the worst one it seems,
Haunting all of my dreams,
The "The Cockroach that Ate Cincinatti."
I've seen ghouls and hobgoblins and witches,
And some moth-eaten werewolves with bangs.
I've seen creatures that chattered,
And others that clattered,
And Japanese monsters with fangs. (ah-so)
Frankenstein gives me that shivers,
And Count Dracula's driving me batty.
But they're not quite as bad,
As the worst scare I've had:
"The Cockroach that Ate Cincinatti."
Well, he must have needed a seltzer.
It's amazing how much he got down.
For lunch he'd just chew,
Up a suburb or two.
For dinner he ate the whole town. (belch)
"Willard" just sent me out laughing.
I thought "Ben" looked a little bit ratty.
But they're not quite on par,
With the worst one by far:
"The Cockroach that Ate Cincinatti!"