["I Dig A Pygmy" by Charles Hawtrey and the Deaf Aids. Phase one, in which Doris gets her oats.] Two of us riding nowhere Spending someone's Hard earned pay You...
I dig a pony Well you can celebrate anything you want Well you can celebrate anything you want I do a road hog Well you can penetrate any place you...
Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup They slither while they pass, they slip away across the universe Pools of sorrow waves of joy are drifting...
All through the day, I me mine I me mine, I me mine All through the night, I me mine I me mine, I me mine Now they're frightened of...
Like a rolling stone Like a rolling stone Ah like a rolling stone Like the FBI and the CIA And the BBC, BB King And Doris Day Matt Busby Dig...
When I find myself in times of trouble Mother Mary comes to me Speaking words of wisdom Let it be And in my hour of darkness She is standing right...
Oh dirty Maggie Mae they have taken her away And she never walk down Lime Street any more Oh the judge he guilty found her for robbing a homeward bounder...
I've got a feeling, a feeling deep inside Oh yeah, oh yeah, that's right I've got a feeling, a feeling I can't hide No no no, oh no, oh no...
My baby says she's trav'ling on the one after 909 I said move over honey I'm travelling on that line I said move over once, move over twice Come on...
The long and winding road, that leads, to your door Will never disappear, I've seen that road before It always leads me here, lead me to your door The wild...