Dig yourself, Dig yourself, Dig yourself, Dig yourself back in that
Larry his nest up in the autumn branches Built from but high hopes and thin air Collected up baby blasted mothers took their chances and for a while They lived quite up there
He came New York City, man But he take the pace He thought it was like a dog eat dog Then he went to San Francisco, spent a in outer space a sweet little San Franciscan girl
I can my mother wailing And a whole lot of scraping of I don't know it is But there's definitely something going on
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)
Meanwhile Larry up names for the ladies Like Ms. Boo and Ms. He stockpiled and took pot shots in the air He feasted on lovely bodies like a lunatic And wrapped himself up in their soft hair
I can chants and incantations And guy is mentioning me in his prayers Well, I don't what it is But definitely something going on upstairs
Dig yourself, Dig yourself, Dig yourself, Dig yourself back in that (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 grew 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 up like so many of 'em do Back in the of New York City In a soup queue, a fiend, a slave prison, then the mad house Then the grave, oh, poor
But what do we really of the dead And who cares? Well, I don't what it is But there's something going 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 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 back in that