Hope diggita   Shhh... diggita   Last without their (x4)      Hi mom,   Where you lousy   Rightious making pigs   Fill me with forth comings   Successes is the way of the wise   Even when they are left alone   One hands on rye   (I'm last to come...)   (Have to get mine first...)   A thousand rambles in a second   Tiny tip is tired and will not   Tolerate toilet token   Until he is "topsy-turvy"   So stop the torment   You traitors      Oh yea, you said I got a big head   But I don't recall smelling   Anything but hot air   The reasons are simple and straight   The over jealous envy    Of this strange land   I'm sure you'll get sick and better   All in one day   (Perhaps a similar disease...)   (Pass them by, turn the wheels...)   The rush crush will push them out   The grey fluid ran over their mouth      I can take the squeaks   Anymore than I can take you   I'm sure you're sick of me   Well I'm sick of you too   Haven't gone far enough my friend   If you send we'll understand   Enter the choice and avoid the void   Safe with the flag      Local lopsided judges    Lure lunacy over   Lousy loud lumpy loopholes   With lingo that's loathsome and   Shady shameless shamsters   Shake and shape shaggy young people   With sharp teeth   On shelves of    Ship-shaped sharp-eyed, shop-owners   While customers consume large quantities   Of curiously cultivated curtains   Alongside crowds of crude oils   Crossed and crooked   Atop a crushed ice-maker      I can take the squeaks   Anymore than I can take you   I'm sure you're sick of me   Well I'm sick of you too   Haven't gone far enough my friend   If you send we'll understand   Enter the choice and avoid the void   Safe with the flag (x2)      Hope diggita   Shhh... diggita (x9)   Last without their (x5)   ...Last without (x4)      I can take the squeaks   Anymore than I can take you   I'm sure you're sick of me   Well I'm sick of you too   Haven't gone far enough my friend   If you send we'll understand   Enter the choice and avoid the void   Safe with the flag (x2)