I've got a confession to make
And I hope it don't change the way you feel about me
I'm haunted by furry little demons
In the dead of night, I hear their screamins'
I hear them schemin', I hear them growl
No exorcist could drive them outta town
Their appetite - insatiable
Their table manners - detestable
And they aint afraid of you
One time I found one eating chips in my kitchen sink
And when I confronted him he just looked at me and said
"Trichosurus Vulpecula nomen mihi est, quia multi sumus"
So I gave him a push, I gave him a shove
And he disappeared into the night and took all of my food
Sometimes I hear them scratchin' in the walls
Sometimes I wonder if they're really there at all but
A pitter-patter on the rooftop
Shitter-shatter on the stairs
They been munchin' on my garden again