Lyrics

[Note: Brix's opening monologue, transcribed in italics here, appeared on the original 7" version of the song, but was omitted from some subsequent reissues of the track. The "C.R.E.E.P." refrain, transcribed here in parentheses, is also Brix's vocal]

"Propositions are integrated within
Gen up to electric dog status
We pat you on the back
Your ears prick up
We call you Hitler
And then kick you around like homogenized milk"

He reads books of the list book club
And after two months, his stance a familiar hunch
And it's that same slouch you had the last time he came around
His oppression abounds, his type is doing the rounds
He is scum egg, a horrid trendy wretch

(C.R.E.E.P.) 

Black saucers at the back of your neck
Interruptions from the side when you talk
And the presence of this ugly gawk is offending, make sure you're not absorbed
With hideous luck he'll absorb all your talk

(C.R.E.E.P.)
(C.R.E.E.P.)
(C.R.E.E.P.)

From the bright sun, he came one fine morn
"Populist" - oh well, in his class at least
But then came real age, and for that we all must pay

(and for that we all do pay)
(C.R.E.E.P.) 
(C.R.E.E.P.)
(C.R.E.E.P.)
(C.R.E.E.P.)
(C.R.E.E.P.)
(C.R.E.E.P.)
(C.R.E.E.P.)
(C.R.E.E.P.)
(C.R.E.E.P.)
(C.R.E.E.P.)
(C.R.E.E.P.)

And he wants world peace! 
And he loves ABC! 

(C.R.E.E.P.) 
(C.R.E.E.P.) 
(C.R.E.E.P.) 
(C.R.E.E.P.)
(Creep!)
(Creep!)
(Creep!)