Oh my, get your heartache outta my sight
Said your mother to you as a a child
It never felt right

But me like a little one gotta admit
I confused that whip with a shovel
And I'll dig, dig, dig

Oh my, get your plain face outta my mind
Said that stranger to you as a child
It never felt right
An elegant knife

But me like a little one gotta admit
I confused that whip with a shovel
And I'll dig, dig, dig