Tekster: Butthole Surfers. Rembrandt Pussyhorse. Creep In The Cellar.

Well there's a creep in the cellar that I'm gonna let in
And he eats in the alley and keeps track of my sins
When he starts talkin' backwards your head starts to spin
And he really freaks me out when he peels off his skin, yow!

Well there's a creep in the cellar that I'm gonna let in
There's a hole in his brain where his mind should've been
When he starts rubbing wrinkles he gets pretty thin
When he starts talkin' nickle bag and dime bag and ????????
[Gibby wail]
There's a creep in the cellar with his hands in the air
And he lies to his mother but she doesn't care
When the fish are flying backwards and the ballroom is bare
Cause the turkey's talkin' backwards, it'll raise up your hair
[Gibby wail]
Well there's a creep in the cellar that I'm gonna let in