It’s one of those jobs where nobody really wants you around until there’s a problem, and then suddenly it’s like you’re Taylor Swift or something. Then you take care of the problem, and they can’t wait to pay you and send you along and try to forget that anything ever happened. Seems hard, day in and day out. The human part, not the bug part.

LYRICS

Bugman blues, trying to find the bug in the room
Bugman blues, trying to find the bug in the room
I didn’t like killing, but I got a job to do.

Bugman blues don’t pay me no mind
Bugman blues don’t pay me no mind
I’ll be cruel so you can be so kind

I got no one to thank
No time for leisure
You got to pump up the tank
You got to keep up the pressure

I don’t hold no hate
Yeah nor prejudice
We all got our fate
But this ain’t mine - who said it is?

Bugman blues, trying to find the door in the room
Bugman blues, trying to find the door in the room
Lost in the fog, you know this job is killing me too