Got my tiny tweezers, got my jar of glass Sitting in the cellar, waiting for the class Eight o'clock sharp, the judges take a seat Who can pull the fastest, who can be sweet? Buzzing on the window, buzzing in the air Catch them by the belly, catch them by the hair Two points for a leg, ten points for a wing Hear the little champion sing, sing, sing! Are you ready? I said, are you ready for the final round? No wings on the ground! No wings on the ground! Snap, pop, go the fly! Bye-bye, bye-bye, fly! Snap, pop, go the fly! One, two, three, you die! Snap, pop, go the fly! Bye-bye, bye-bye, fly! Side-event starting at the back of the hall Pulling spider legs off, sticking to the wall Centipede racing, chop them in half Listen to the crowd, hear the judges laugh! Are you ready? Look at me, I'm winning the cup! Pick the little pieces up! Pick them up! Pick them up! Snap, pop, go the fly! Bye-bye, bye-bye, fly! Snap, pop, go the fly! One, two, three, you die! Snap, pop, go the fly! Bye-bye, bye-bye, fly! Gold medal for me. No wings left to see. Bye-bye.
