Now when the good ole holidays roll around  I'm the kind of a guy that likes to be found  Just takin it easy and layin around -doin nothin.  But I take my chair and sit on the lawn,  And just when all my cares are gone  About a million bugs start carryin on, and I'm cussin-  Some caterpillar from up some tree decides as far as he can see  There's nothin to do but to fall on me-the damn worm  And a dirty ole fly just makin it clear  That he ain't had a bath for over a year  So he's takin one now in my glass of beer to lose germs  Chorus:  Bugs Bugs Bugs, If I had them all in jugs  I'd dig dig dig, till a big big hole was dug dug dug dug--  And that would be the end of the bug song...repeat  Well I try to sleep when I get the chance  But you just can't trust them cursed ants  They're never satisfied till they're in your pants and you're crawlin  With a spider web right across the face  I'm lookin around for a better place  Till a couple of hornets take up the chase and I'm howlin!  Well I head for the house and I hold my breath  Till I find some stuff in the medicine chest,  For the welts I got on the spot you guessed-where I'm sittin...  And the wife gets mad cause I forgot  To get stuff for the fleas our kitten caught  Off some old dog on the neighbours lot and she's rippin...  Chorus:  Well I chased that moth from the middle drawer  That chewed the clothes I useta wore  And I jammed my thumb on the bedroom door tryin to catch 'im  And I'm sure the mosquitoes all know their skill  Cause one pryed up my windowsill  And he limped through the air with a broken drill and I'm scratchin.  You might think I'm a little bit rough  Cause I don't take to that nature stuff  But I think I've just about had enough of them bugs.  Now your backyard might be okay,  But I'm goin down to buy some spray  Cause my little place is walkin away with them bugs...  Chorus:  That would be the end of the bug song  I'm gonna dig dig dig, dig dig dig dig dig dig .....