| My old friend likes to talk |
| It don’t respect the clock |
| Into my home it creeps |
| To wreck me in my sleep |
| It climbs, oh it climbs, it climbs |
| All over me It climbs, oh it climbs, yes it climbs |
| It climbs, the cold black vine |
| It climbs on me It leaves me all undone |
| It does it just for fun |
| Its roots break up my bones |
| It won’t leave me alone |
| It climbs, oh it climbs, it climbs |
| All over me It climbs, oh it climbs, yes it climbs |
| It climbs, the cold black vine |
| It cuts me right in half |
| It does it just for laughs |
| It’s got me in it’s claws |
| It’s my one true applause |
| It climbs, oh it climbs, it climbs |
| All over me It climbs, oh it climbs, yes it climbs |
| It climbs, the cold black vine |
| It climbs on me |