Dig yourself, Dig yourself, Dig yourself, Dig yourself back in hole
Larry made his nest up in the autumn Built from nothing but high hopes and air up some baby blasted mothers They took chances and for a while They quite happily up there
He came from New City, man But he take the pace He thought it was like a dog eat dog Then he to San Francisco, spent a year in outer space With a sweet San Franciscan girl
I can my mother wailing And a whole lot of scraping of I don't what it is But definitely something going on upstairs
Dig yourself, Dig yourself, Dig yourself, Dig yourself back in hole (I want you to dig, I want you to dig, I you to dig)
Meanwhile Larry up names for the ladies Ms. Boo and Ms. Quick He stockpiled and took pot shots in the air He feasted on their lovely bodies like a And himself up in their soft yellow hair
I can hear and incantations And some guy is me in his prayers Well, I know what 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)
Well, New City, man San Francisco, L.A., I know But Larry grew increasing and obscene I mean, he, he never asked to be raised up from the I mean, no one ever actually him to forsake his dreams
He up like so many of 'em do in the streets of New York City In a soup queue, a dope fiend, a prison, then the mad house Then the grave, oh, Larry
But what do we really know of the And who actually Well, I know what it is But definitely something going on upstairs
Dig yourself, Dig yourself, Dig yourself, Dig yourself back in hole (I you to dig)
Dig yourself, Dig yourself, Dig yourself, Dig yourself back in hole (Dig Lazarus, dig)
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