| Song | Bedbugs |
| Artist | Squirrel Nut Zippers |
| Album | Bedlam Ballroom |
| 作词 : Mathus | |
| Down in the country where | |
| I was born, | |
| We'd go to church ev'ry | |
| Sunday mornin', | |
| Then in the evening the lights would fade, | |
| These are the words that my mama said: "Children I hope you sleep tight, And don't let the bedbugs bite, If you should die before you wake, Pray good God your soul will take." (Don't let the bedbugs bite ya, [children] Don't let the bedbugs bite ya, [children] Don't let the bedbugs bite ya.) | |
| Preacher would tell us that the lord was good, | |
| All us little children should knock on wood, | |
| Preacher would tell us 'bout the angels and saints, | |
| Grandfather taught us 'bout the spooks and [inaudable], | |
| He said: "(Don't let the bedbugs bite ya, [children] Don't let the bedbugs bite ya, [no, no] Don't let the bedbugs bite ya.)" | |
| Then I'd pull the covers up over my head, | |
| Stop thinkin' 'bout the things underneath the bed, | |
| Thunder and the lightnin' begin to boom, | |
| Somebody's knockin', but nobody's home. (Don't let the bedbugs bite ya, [children] Don't let the bedbugs bite ya, [children] Don't let the bedbugs bite ya, [no, no] Don't let the bedbugs bite ya.)[x2] |
| zuò cí : Mathus | |
| Down in the country where | |
| I was born, | |
| We' d go to church ev' ry | |
| Sunday mornin', | |
| Then in the evening the lights would fade, | |
| These are the words that my mama said: " Children I hope you sleep tight, And don' t let the bedbugs bite, If you should die before you wake, Pray good God your soul will take." Don' t let the bedbugs bite ya, children Don' t let the bedbugs bite ya, children Don' t let the bedbugs bite ya. | |
| Preacher would tell us that the lord was good, | |
| All us little children should knock on wood, | |
| Preacher would tell us ' bout the angels and saints, | |
| Grandfather taught us ' bout the spooks and inaudable, | |
| He said: " Don' t let the bedbugs bite ya, children Don' t let the bedbugs bite ya, no, no Don' t let the bedbugs bite ya." | |
| Then I' d pull the covers up over my head, | |
| Stop thinkin' ' bout the things underneath the bed, | |
| Thunder and the lightnin' begin to boom, | |
| Somebody' s knockin', but nobody' s home. Don' t let the bedbugs bite ya, children Don' t let the bedbugs bite ya, children Don' t let the bedbugs bite ya, no, no Don' t let the bedbugs bite ya. x2 |