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