Roach:
Scritch! Scrotch! Scritch!
I make a scratching sound
As I run across the ground
I come out mostly at night
’Cause I do not like the light

Mrs. Mop:
I hear a scratching roach
Get him!... get him!... get him!... get him!
Get Him!

Humans:
Roaches are everywhere
They hide almost anywhere

Roach:
Scritch! Scrotch! Scritch!
I’ve got spines along my legs
For unwelcome visitors
I’ve got hard wings on the front
To protect from predators

Mrs. Mop:
I see that running roach
Get him!... get him!... get him!... get him!
Get Him!

Humans:
Roaches are everywhere
They hide almost anywhere

Mrs. Mop:
Stomp! Stomp! Stomp!
I’ll stomp that running roach
Soon as I see him approach
[Wow!] He’s run into a crack
Bet he won’t dare come on back

Roach:
Scritch! Scrotch! Scritch! Scrotch!
You missed me - nuh! nuh! nuh!
I... will... be... back... at dark!
Hee! hee! hee! hee! hee! hee! hee!