Samsa’s my name, I’m not the same– I woke up changed today!
I’m born again -- antennae on my head;
I got six legs, a hard carapace, I’m a real Blattarian
And I think I’ll just stay here awhile in bed.

Now I’m a cockroach, I’m fated to crawl the wall
I’m a cockroach, I’m fated to craw the wall
Look at me and you’ll see my fate’s sealed.

Well, my family all relied on me to bring in the daily bread
But they’d rather starve than to have me ’round like this
Even Greta won’t play her violin just to ease my agony.
If I still spoke I’d say “You hurt me, sis!”

Now I’m a cockroach, I’m fated to crawl the wall
I’m a cockroach, I’m fated to craw the wall
Look at me and you’ll see my fate’s sealed.

I am so unloved, don’t want to live – I guess I’ll just go on and die
And then I’ll be the butt of Kafka’s little joke:
When I’m gone no one will realize that they miss me after all
And with Greta’s dowry they won’t be broke.

Now I’m a cockroach, I won’t live to crawl the wall
But as a cockroach, I wish a footfall
Kafka’d penned to end my ordeal.

Now I’m a cockroach, I won’t live to crawl the wall
But as a cockroach, I wish a footfall
Kafka’d penned to end my ordeal.
Yeah!