Cicada was a little bug who never did no harm
'Til he came into town one day because the ground got warm
Cicada - Yo!
Clingin' like a leech to every tree
Doin' his nonstop kar-ee-oh-kee

Cicada cannot harm you, cannot bite you, cannot sting
But he and his million friends will bug you when they sing
Cicada - Yo!
Oh, the wicked racket you have made
"Cause it's been seventeen years since you got laid

Poor old cicada! Cicadas everywhere
Down your clothes and up your nose and even in your hair
You would be doin' this nonstop singing trick
If you'd been seventeen years without a chick

(During the music interlude, make the familiar clicking chirp noises)

Time to bring out cheesecloth, time to cover your young trees
They are called cicadas - they're not "locusts" if you please
Cicada! - Yo!
They won't hurt your big trees and your logs
But just don't feed them to your cats and dogs

Anyone with hearing can't forget those mournful cries
And anyone with vision can't forget those big red eyes
Cicada - Yo!
I don't mind them on my plate and cup
Just wish the little b*stards would shut up!

Poor old cicada! Uglier than sin
Lock your doors and windows so the damn things can't get in
Sure, they're annoying - but neighbors have no fears
We won't see them again for seventeen years