My Itchy, Itchy Back, It Needs A Scratchy, Scratch

My itchy, itchy back,
it needs a scratchy, scratch.
But there's no one around,
to scratch my itchy back.

I gotta find a way,
to scratch my itchy back.
If it keeps on itching,
I'll have a heart attack.

I grabbed my longest fork,
and slid it down my back.
But it won't reach the itch,
that's way down on my back.

I rubbed it on the wall,
my itchy, itchy back.
But a spider crawled on down,
and bit me on the back.

Now I've got this welp,
on my itchy, itchy back.
But at least the spider's dead,
I smushed him with my back.

But the spider still is there,
a lying on my back, 
and even though he's dead,
sends shivers up my back.

I got to get him off,
of my itchy, itchy back.
I can feel his hairy legs,
'a hanging on my back.

But then I feel a scratch,
on my itchy, itchy back.
Right on the very spot,
where I need a scratchy, scratch.

Then I take a look,
at my itchy, itchy back.
In the mirror try to see,
why I feel a scratchy, scratch.

And then to my surprise,
on my itchy, itchy back.
The spider's still alive,
and he's scratching on my back.

Now my itchy, itchy back
when it needs a scratchy, scratch
It's got a lucky friend
to scratch that itchy back.

So I've finally got relief
for my itchy, itchy back
I finally found someone
to scratch my itchy back.

Scatch, scratch!