Pink Lincolns
Pink Lincolns
Pink Lincolns
Pink Lincolns
Pink Lincolns
Pink Lincolns
Pink Lincolns
Pink Lincolns
Pink Lincolns
Pink Lincolns
Pink Lincolns
Pink Lincolns
Pink Lincolns
Pink Lincolns
Pink Lincolns
Here she comes with beer in hand
Seen the fly, and she will land
She can hardly even walk
But she'll wrap you in a web of talk
She says things that don't make sense
Soon your muscles start to tense
Her voice will get inside your head
Trap you like a spider's web
Spider girl talks to me
It's a tragic comedy
Doris the Spider
Alcohol inside her
Try to listen to the Who
But the only thing I hear is you
Now you're passed out on the floor
And I can't hear you anymore
She says things that don't make sense
Soon your muscles start to tense
Voice will get inside your head
Trap you like a spider's web
Spider girl talks to me
It's a tragic comedy
Doris the Spider
Alcohol inside her
I bet she talks even when she sleeps
Girls like her give me the creeps
I wonder where she lays her eggs
I'm glad she only has two legs
She says things that don't make sense
Soon your muscles start to tense
Voice will get inside your head
Trap you like a spider's web
Spider girl, she talks to me
It's a tragic comedy
Doris the Spider
Alcohol inside her
You make noises like a bug
You'll get squashed into the rug
Doris the Spider
Alcohol inside her
Doris the Spider was written by Dorsey Martin.