| C | |
| Out in the trees old tarantula has got me humming |
| Out in the desert the cacti are home |
| Tarantulas cluster in their underground dome |
| F | C | |
| Olé tarantula |
| Furry black legs and a spicy goatee |
| If you see Gino won't you kiss him for me? |
| F | C | |
| Olé tarantula |
| Through the dark windows she squeezes her eggs |
| out they come tumbling on their spindly legs |
| F | C | |
| Olé tarantula |
| G | |
| I feel like a three-legged chinchilla |
| F | |
| Standing on a table so wide I can't see over the side |
| C | |
| Tarantula |
| Look at his fingers caressing your keys |
| If he don't please you well you just can't be pleased |
| F | C | |
| Olé tarantula |
| Pumping it out through a spiky black fist |
| If she don't kiss you well you'll never be kissed (smooch!) |
| F | C | |
| Ole tarantula |
| G | |
| I knew a woman in San Francisco |
| F | C | |
| Or maybe it was down in San Jose I don't recall, either way |
| Neither does she |
| G | |
| Yeah for | get about me |
| F | C | |
| Oh Tarantula |
| All life is sinful the Catholics say Use it up quick |
| And then you throw it away |
| F | C | |
| Olé tarantula |
| Bb | C | |
| Olé tarantula |