| Song | Spiders, Crocodiles & Kryptonite |
| Artist | Faithless |
| Artist | Robert Smith |
| Album | To All New Arrivals |
| Now you can't do it fast, it won't be an [Incomprehensible] you | |
| I'm not going to bed | |
| Just do it, do it, that's right | |
| Here we go | |
| Saving all my money for a pocketful of love | |
| And food in my tummy | |
| Chocolate and broccoli | |
| Sand and dirt and squashing snails | |
| I'm never going to bed but if I do | |
| Selfish crocodile's coming too | |
| Train sets, birthdays and re-living | |
| Pizzas, diggers and dirty things | |
| What I want is a car like Noddy | |
| And to live with the monkeys in the zoo | |
| I'm never going to bed but if I do | |
| Hungry caterpillar's coming too | |
| He's coming, yeah | |
| He's coming | |
| He's coming, yeah | |
| Here he is | |
| On candy stripe legs, spider man comes | |
| Softly through the shadow of the evening sun | |
| Stealing past the windows of the blissfully dead | |
| Looking for the victim, shivering in bed | |
| Searching out fear in the gathering gloom | |
| Suddenly a movement in the corner of the room | |
| And there is nothing I can do and I realize with fright | |
| The spider man is having me for dinner tonight | |
| The spider man is always hungry | |
| Under the covers, boy | |
| You been reading those comics for hours | |
| I bet you didn't know your dad had super powers | |
| Now where's your dinner | |
| When we play down the rules with your ma? | |
| She gave me vexed when me flex me ex-rapism | |
| It'll come son, the way is you'll develop it later on | |
| Also the back river run for nothing but wisdom | |
| 'Cause you're the born sky walker, I may be everyone | |
| Now give me your comic book | |
| Go to sleep and don't make your mama come | |
| She the only one with the kryptonite | |
| So I don't wanna hear another peep, alright? | |
| The spider man is always hungry | |
| The spider man is always hungry | |
| ‽Come into my parlorâ€, said the spider to the fly | |
| ‽For I have a little something here†| |
| Here it comes, here it comes | |
| Here it comes, here he is | |
| Yeah, life bring it on, give it to me | |
| I love it, I can't get enough | |
| I can never get enough | |
| I can't get enough sleep | |
| What is this? | |
| Headphones | |
| What is it for doing? | |
| So you put them on your ears | |
| And you can hear music | |
| From there? | |
| Yeah, from the microphone | |
| What's that in the microphone? | |
| A diaphragm | |
| I, I speak in the microphone | |
| Heyo, heyo, heyo |
| Now you can' t do it fast, it won' t be an Incomprehensible you | |
| I' m not going to bed | |
| Just do it, do it, that' s right | |
| Here we go | |
| Saving all my money for a pocketful of love | |
| And food in my tummy | |
| Chocolate and broccoli | |
| Sand and dirt and squashing snails | |
| I' m never going to bed but if I do | |
| Selfish crocodile' s coming too | |
| Train sets, birthdays and reliving | |
| Pizzas, diggers and dirty things | |
| What I want is a car like Noddy | |
| And to live with the monkeys in the zoo | |
| I' m never going to bed but if I do | |
| Hungry caterpillar' s coming too | |
| He' s coming, yeah | |
| He' s coming | |
| He' s coming, yeah | |
| Here he is | |
| On candy stripe legs, spider man comes | |
| Softly through the shadow of the evening sun | |
| Stealing past the windows of the blissfully dead | |
| Looking for the victim, shivering in bed | |
| Searching out fear in the gathering gloom | |
| Suddenly a movement in the corner of the room | |
| And there is nothing I can do and I realize with fright | |
| The spider man is having me for dinner tonight | |
| The spider man is always hungry | |
| Under the covers, boy | |
| You been reading those comics for hours | |
| I bet you didn' t know your dad had super powers | |
| Now where' s your dinner | |
| When we play down the rules with your ma? | |
| She gave me vexed when me flex me exrapism | |
| It' ll come son, the way is you' ll develop it later on | |
| Also the back river run for nothing but wisdom | |
| ' Cause you' re the born sky walker, I may be everyone | |
| Now give me your comic book | |
| Go to sleep and don' t make your mama come | |
| She the only one with the kryptonite | |
| So I don' t wanna hear another peep, alright? | |
| The spider man is always hungry | |
| The spider man is always hungry | |
| Come into my parlor, said the spider to the fly | |
| For I have a little something here | |
| Here it comes, here it comes | |
| Here it comes, here he is | |
| Yeah, life bring it on, give it to me | |
| I love it, I can' t get enough | |
| I can never get enough | |
| I can' t get enough sleep | |
| What is this? | |
| Headphones | |
| What is it for doing? | |
| So you put them on your ears | |
| And you can hear music | |
| From there? | |
| Yeah, from the microphone | |
| What' s that in the microphone? | |
| A diaphragm | |
| I, I speak in the microphone | |
| Heyo, heyo, heyo |