[reggae intro] [verse] "Will you walk into my parlour?" said a spider to a fly; "'Tis the prettiest little parlour that ever you did spy. You've only got to pop your head with inside of the door, You'll see so many curious things you never saw before, Will you, will you, will you, will you walk in pretty fly? Will you, will you, will you, will you walk in pretty fly? "My house is always open. (says the Spider to the Fly) I'm glad to have the company of all I see go by." "They go in, but don't come out again I've heard of you before." "Oh yes, they do. I always let them out at my back door, "Will you grant me one sweet kiss? (then says the Spider to the Fly) To taste your charming lips, I've a cu-ri-os-i-ty." (Said the Fly,) "If once our lips did meet, a wager I would lay, Of ten to one you would not after let them come away." "If you won't kiss, will you shake hands? (says the Spider to the Fly) Before you leave me to myself, with sorrow sad to sigh." (Says the Fly,) "There's nothing handsome unto you belongs. I declare you should not touch me, even with a pair of tongs." "What handsome wings you've got! (says the Spider to the Fly) If I had got such a pair, I in the air would fly. 'Tis useless all my wishing, and only idle talk. You can fly up in the air, while I'm obliged to walk. "For the last time now I ask you, will you walk in, Mr. Fly?" "No, if I do may I be shot. I'm off, so now goodbye." Then up he springs, but both his wings were in the web caught fast. The Spider laugh'd, "Ha, ha, my boy, I have you safe at last. Will you, will you, will you, will you walk out, pretty Fly? Will you, will you, will you, will you walk out, pretty Fly? "And pray how are you now? (says the Spider to the Fly) You fools will never wisdom get, unless you dearly buy. 'Tis vanity that ever makes repentance come too late, And you who into cobwebs run, surely deserve your fate. Listen to me, listen to me, foolish Fly." Listen to me, listen to me, foolish Fly." [spoken verse] Moral of the story. Now all young men take warning by this foolish little Fly. Pleasure is the Spider, that to catch you fast will try; For altho' you may think that my advice is quite a bore, You're lost if you stand parleying outside of Pleasure's door
