Dig for love, love is gold
I wanna grow but not grow old
You won’t believe, things I’ve seen
Rats on methamfetamine wow,
You tell your lord to shut his mouth
Pack his bags and go down south
Watch out for the things I said and,
Get out of my way, I’m a rambler, yeah
In dispute with Morocco Mole
So grab that shovel, and dig a hole
When your feet get wet and your head goes green
Pump up the water, with a steam machine
So, you tell your lord to shut his mouth
Pack his bags and go down south
Watch out for the things I said and,
Get out of my way, I’m a rambler, woo!