Room 17 was nice and cool, oh yeah
  A few stains on the wall
  But that was nothing new to Harry's head
  Even though he was strapped down to his bed, strapped down
  Harry felt pretty good...
  Knock, knock... Knock, knock, Is anybody there
  
  Room 17 was nice and cool, oh yeah
  But it didn't have the string
  That would ring the nurse, it wasn't there
  Poor Harry, he had it coming, Poor Harry
  Now he didn't feel so good...
  
  Here comes Doctor Eastmann and Nursie Needle Dear
  Look at what they got you...The CRAWLY BOX
  
  NURSE NEEDLE:
  "Don't be such a baby, Harry stop that now
  The doctor's here to help you... it's Eastmann time"
  
  In room 17, everything is so clean
  In room 17, there is nothing to be seen
  
  Dr. EASTMANN:
  "Black, brown, grey and hairy... we've got them all
  Big, small, fast and scary... yeah we've got them all
  I can hear it, the Spider's Lullabye
  I can feel it, the Spiders crawl on by"
  
  In room 17, everything is so clean
  In room 17, there is nothing to be seen
  
  Dr. EASTMANN:
  "Nurse Needle it is time to begin...
  Nurse Needle, stick it in
  A brown Lycosa's what I've got, inside this box
  I'm gonna let him out to see just how you feel, when he's around
  If you move too much he might just bite you
  But we'll just have to wait and see about that...?"
  Deep into the night, they were testing him
  So many different species, Harry could not win
  
  They forgot a grey one, she was full of eggs
  And she would find the warm spot, back in Harry's neck
  It's so moist and warm in here
  Knock Knock... knock knock, Is anybody there
  
  HARRY:
  "You forgot some spiders in my room, yesterday
  Now I've got this stunning pain
  And my neck is feeling weird, Oh I might die
  Overnight some of your spiders must have bit me
  They were all over me"
  
  Dr. EASTMANN:
  "Oh Harry, don't be such a fool"
  
  That same night Harry died
  When they found him he was grey and white
  
  Black, brown, grey and hairy... we've got them all
  Big, small, fast and scary... yeah we've got them all
  I can hear it, the Spider's Lullabye
  I can feel it, the Spiders crawl on by
  
  In room 17, everything is so clean
  In room 17, there is nothing to be seen
  
  Take him to the morgue, Take him to the morgue