Priscilla

She likes it hot, she likes it humid
She likes my cake and she's not stupid
She likes my sugar, she likes my bread
I'm ready to attack

She comes at night when I'm asleep
Without a sound, just like a thief
She likes to crawl under my bed
I'm ready to attack, to attack

Priscilla, oh, Priscilla
You last resistant chiller
Priscilla, oh, Priscilla
Tonight I'm going to kill ya
Priscilla

She lives in my kitchen, down in the shade
She likes leftovers and throwaways
I'm on a diet, she is fat
I'm ready to attack, to attack

Priscilla, oh, Priscilla
You last resistant chiller
Priscilla, oh, Priscilla
Tonight I'm going to kill ya
Priscilla, going to kill ya

I can't do it, I can't do it at all
I can't do it, I can't do it at all
I can't do it, I can't do it at all
I can't do it, I can't do it at all

She turns a man into a killer
This cockroach named Priscilla
This cockroach named Priscilla

You're gonna be here
You're gonna be there
You're gonna be everywhere
I'm coming after you
I'm coming after you

You're gonna be now
You're gonna be then
You're gonna be out and in
I'm coming after you
I'm coming after you

You're gonna be saint
You're gonna be sin
You're gonna lose or win
I'm coming after you
I'm coming after you

Priscilla, oh, Priscilla
Tonight I'm going to kill ya
Priscilla, Priscilla, tonight I'm going to kill ya
Priscilla, I'm going to kill ya
Tonight I'm going to kill ya