Tiny insects in my hair
Tiny insects everywhere
Tiny insects in my pants
Watching insects make romance
Insects make me— make me want to dance, dance, dance
They make want to dance...

Flying insects everywhere
Flying insects buzzing, buzzing, buzzing through the air
Just like little diamonds in the sky
Insects buzzing in my eye
Buzzing insects make me want to dance, dance, dance
They make me want to dance...

Insects crawling all around
Insects squirming in the ground
Insects—gooey, squeaky, chewy
Should I eat them? No!
I'd rather stomp them, hurt them—stomp
Stomp them while I dance, dance, dance
I hurt them while I dance, dance, dance
I stomp them while I dance, dance, dance...

Insects make me scream and shout
They don't know what life's about
They don't have blood
They've got too many legs
They don't have brains in their heads
They know they'll rule the world someday
They bite and sting me anyway
They bite and sting and suck
They bite and sting and suck, suck, suck
They bite and sting and
Suck, suck, suck, suck, suck...
Dance, dance, dance