Hope diggy da   Chicky Diggy da   Ras-pi-ran-te (x4)      Some people have the tendancy of sucking the life out of me   Try and fill me with forthcomings   Excess is the way of the wise   Even when they are left alone   One hand on rye   A thousand rambles in a second   Tiny tip is tired and will not tolerate toilet tokens until he is topsy turvy   So stop the torment you traitors      I can't take the squeaks anymore   Than I can take you   I'm sure you're sick of me   Well I'm sick of you too   We haven't gone far enough my friend   If you send we'll understand   Enter the voice and avoid the void   You're safe with the flag      Local lopsided judges lure lunacy   Over loony 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 quanties   Of curiously cultivated curtains   Alongside crowds of crude oils   Crossed and crooked   Atop a crushed icemaker      I can't take the squeaks anymore   Than I can take you   I'm sure you're sick of me   Well I'm sick of you too   We haven't gone far enough my friend   If you send we'll understand   Enter the choice and avoid the void   You're safe with the flag      Hope diggy da   Chicky Diggy da   Ras-pi-ran-te (x8)      I can't take the squeaks anymore   Than I can take you   I'm sure you're sick of me   Well I'm sick of you too   We haven't gone far enough my friend   If you send we'll understand   Enter the choice and avoid the void   You're safe with the flag   Safe with the flag      Hope diggy da   Chicky Diggy da   Ras-pi-ran-te (x8)