Dig yourself, Dig yourself, Dig yourself, Dig yourself in that hole
made his nest up in the autumn branches Built from nothing but high and thin air Collected up some baby mothers They their chances and for a while lived quite happily up there
He came from New City, man But he couldn't take the He thought it was like a dog eat dog Then he went to San Francisco, spent a year in space With a sweet little San girl
I can hear my mother And a lot of scraping of chairs I don't know it is But there's something going on upstairs
Dig yourself, Dig yourself, Dig yourself, Dig yourself back in hole (I you to dig, I want you to dig, I want you to dig)
Meanwhile made up names for the ladies Like Ms. Boo and Ms. He stockpiled and took pot shots in the air He feasted on their lovely bodies like a And wrapped himself up in their soft yellow
I can chants and incantations And some guy is me in his prayers Well, I know what it is But there's definitely going on upstairs
Dig yourself, Dig yourself, Dig yourself, Dig yourself in that hole (I want you to dig, I want you to dig, I you to dig)
Well, New City, man San Francisco, L.A., I know But Larry increasing neurotic and obscene I mean, he, he never asked to be raised up from the I mean, no one ever asked him to forsake his dreams
He ended up so many of 'em do Back in the streets of New City In a queue, a dope fiend, a slave Then prison, then the mad Then the grave, oh, Larry
But what do we know of the dead And who cares? Well, I know what it is But there's definitely something on upstairs
Dig yourself, Dig yourself, Dig yourself, Dig yourself in that hole (I you to dig)
Dig yourself, Dig yourself, Dig yourself, Dig yourself in that hole (Dig Lazarus, dig)
Dig yourself, Dig yourself, Dig yourself, Dig yourself back in hole (I you to dig)
Dig yourself, Dig yourself, Dig yourself, Dig yourself in that hole