Hope diggy da

Diggy da

Ras ta dan teh



People have the tendency

Of sucking the life out of me

Try and fill me with forthcomings

Excess is the way of the wise

Even when they are left alone

One hand on rye

A thousand rambles in a second

Tiny tip is topsy turvy

So stop the torment you traitors



I can't take the squeaks anymore

Than I can't take you

I'm sure you're sick of me

Well I'm sick of you too

Haven't you gone far enough my friend

If you send we'll understand

Enter the voice and avoid the void

You're safe with the flag



Local lopsided judges lure lunacy

Over loony loud lumpy loopholes

With lingo that's loathsome

And shade shameless shamsters

Shake and shape shaggy

Young people with sharp teeth

On shelves of ship shaped

Sharpened shop owners

While customers consume large quanties

Of curiously cultivated curtains

Alongside crowds of crude oils

Crossed and crooked

Atop a crushed icemaker



I can't take the squeaks anymore

Than I can't take you

I'm sure you're sick of me

Well I'm sick of you too

Haven't you gone far enough my friend

If you send we'll understand

Enter the choice and avoid the void

You're safe with the flag



Hope diggy da

Diggy da

Ras ta dan teh



I can't take the squeaks anymore

Than I can't take you

I'm sure you're sick of me

Well I'm sick of you too

Haven't you gone far enough my friend

If you send we'll understand

Enter the choice and avoid the void

You're safe with the flag



Hope diggy da

Diggy da

Ras ta dan teh