Tiny insects in my hair Tiny insects everywhere Tiny insects in my pants Watching insects make romance Insects make me— make me want to dance, dance, dance They make want to dance... Flying insects everywhere Flying insects buzzing, buzzing, buzzing through the air Just like little diamonds in the sky Insects buzzing in my eye Buzzing insects make me want to dance, dance, dance They make me want to dance... Insects crawling all around Insects squirming in the ground Insects—gooey, squeaky, chewy Should I eat them? No! I'd rather stomp them, hurt them—stomp Stomp them while I dance, dance, dance I hurt them while I dance, dance, dance I stomp them while I dance, dance, dance... Insects make me scream and shout They don't know what life's about They don't have blood They've got too many legs They don't have brains in their heads They know they'll rule the world someday They bite and sting me anyway They bite and sting and s** They bite and sting and s**, s**, s** They bite and sting and s**, s**, s**, s**, s**... Dance, dance, dance