Those dirty little devils,
they don't sleep;
in the deep of the night
they come out to creep.
Leave a small crumb here,
a small spill there,
next morning you find
they're everywhere.

You have those Blader-is-full-early-mornin'-
cockroach-in-your-houseshoes-blues
Uh--yeah!
You have those Blader-is-full-early-mornin'-
cockroach-in-your-houseshoes-blues

I shake 'em from my sheets.
I grab my shoe.
I smack 'em left and right,
what else can ya do?
My neighbors complain,
I'm a crazy man.
I just hate them bugs,
And you'll understand when

You have those Blader-is-full-early-mornin-
cockroach-in-your-houseshoes-blues
Uh--yeah!
you'll have those Blader-is-full-early-mornin-
cockroach-in-your-houseshoes-blues

(Instrumental with background voices):

"There he goes, git 'em!"
"No, no, over there."
"Martha, where's the raid!"
"Look out Henry, He's gonna charge..."
(Thump, thump-pa-thump)
"Aaaaaaaagh!"

Watch out for those Blader-is-full-early-mormin-
cockroach-in-your-houseshoes-blues
Uh--yeah!
watchout for those Blader-is-full-early-mornin-
cockroach-in-your-houseshoes-blues--