Hope diggy da
  Diggy da
  Ras ta dan teh
    People have the tendency
  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 topsy turvy
  So stop the torment you traitors
    I can't take the squeaks anymore
  Than I can't take you
  I'm sure you're sick of me
  Well I'm sick of you too
  Haven't you 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 shade shameless shamsters
  Shake and shape shaggy
  Young people with sharp teeth
  On shelves of ship shaped
  Sharpened 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't take you
  I'm sure you're sick of me
  Well I'm sick of you too
  Haven't you 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
  Diggy da
  Ras ta dan teh
    I can't take the squeaks anymore
  Than I can't take you
  I'm sure you're sick of me
  Well I'm sick of you too
  Haven't you 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
  Diggy da
  Ras ta dan teh