She likes it hot, she likes it humid She likes my cake, and she's not stupid She likes my sugar, she likes my bread I'm ready to attack She comes at night, when I'm asleep Without a sound, just like a thief She comes to crawl, under my bed I'm ready to attack Priscilla oh Priscilla You last resistant chiller Priscilla oh Priscilla Tonight I'm going to kill ya She lives in my kitchen Down in the shade She likes leftovers And throwaways I'm on a diet And she is fat I'm ready to attack Priscilla oh Priscilla You last resistant chiller Priscilla oh Priscilla
Tonight I'm going to kill ya I can't do it I can't do it at all She turns a man into killer This cockroach named Priscilla This cockroach named Priscilla You're gonna be here You're gonna be there You're gonna be everywhere I'm coming after you I'm coming after you You're gonna be now You're gonna be then You're gonna be out and in I'm coming after you I'm coming after you You're gonna be saint You're gonna be sin You're gonna lose and win I'm coming after you I'm coming after you Priscilla oh Priscilla Tonight I'm going to kill ya