Written by Bobbie Gentry

Got a polliwog in your water
Tadpole in the moonshine vat
An’ gran’dad-long-legs climbin’ on the screen
You better watch, you’re gonna squash him flat

Boll weevils in your cotton
An’ dirt-dauber buildin’ a nest
The red wasp’s gonna swoop down an’ get you child
Won’t give you a minutes rest

(She’s talkin’ ’bout)

Bugs! Everywhere you look there’s another kind of bug
Makes you wanna get a club and clout ’em
Yes, everybody talks about the worrisome bug
But ain’t nobody doin’ nothin’ about ’em

Shooin’ flies away from the table
Hidin’ under the quilt ‘n’ in bed
The chiggers runnin’ wild in the blackberry bush
‘n’ yellow jackets swarmin’ round your head

They’re comin’ to get your watermelon
Black ants marchin’ in a long line
They’re lurkin’ in the leaves of the strawberry patch
An’ climbin’ up the tomato vine

(She’s gonna tell you ’bout)

Bugs! Everywhere you look there’s another type of bug
But if you live in the Delta you’ve got ’em
Here’s a sure-fire way to pass the time of day
Fold you up a newspaper an’ swat ’em

Hey, look it’s me with the D.D.T.
Umm, hmm, umm, hmm
Ain’t they a mess, them worrisome pests
Umm, hmm, umm, hmm