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[Verse 1]
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 Now when the good ole holidays roll around, I'm the kind of a guy that likes to be found
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Just takin it easy and layin around doin' nothin'
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 But I take my chair and sit on the lawn, and just when all my cares are gone
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About a million bugs start carryin on, and I'm cussin'
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 Some caterpillar from up some tree decides as far as he can see
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There's nothin to do but to fall on me, the damn worm
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 And a dirty ole fly just makin it clear, that he ain't had a bath for over a year
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So he's takin' one now in my glass of beer to lose germs


[Chorus]
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Bugs, bugs, bugs, if I had them all in jugs
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I'd dig, dig, dig, till a big, big hole was dug, dug, dug, dug
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And that would be the end of the bug song
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That would be the end of the bug song


[Verse 2]
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 Well, I try to sleep when I get the chance, but you just can't trust them cursed ants
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They're never satisfied till they're in your pants and you're crawlin'
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 With a spider web right across the face, I'm lookin around for a better place
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Till a couple of hornets take up the chase and I'm howlin'
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 Well, I head for the house and I hold my breath, till I find some stuff in the medicine chest
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For the welts I got on the spot you guessed, where I'm sittin'
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 And the wife gets mad cause I forgot, to get stuff for the fleas our kitten caught
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Off some old dog on the neighbours lot and she's rippin'


[Chorus]
A     D     A          D               E
Bugs, bugs, bugs, if I had them all in jugs
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I'd dig, dig, dig, till a big, big hole was dug, dug, dug, dug
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And that would be the end of the bug song
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That would be the end of the bug song


[Verse 3]
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 Well I chased that moth from the middle drawer, that chewed the clothes I useta wore
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And I jammed my thumb on the bedroom door tryin to catch'em
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 And I'm sure the mosquitoes all know their skill, 'cause one pryed up my windowsill
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And he limped through the air with a broken drill and I'm scratchin'
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 You might think I'm a little bit rough, 'cause I don't take to that nature stuff
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But I think I've just about had enough of them bugs
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 Now your backyard might be okay, but I'm goin' down to buy some spray
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Cause my little place is walkin away with them bugs


[Chorus]
A     D     A          D               E
Bugs, bugs, bugs, if I had them all in jugs
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I'd dig, dig, dig, till a big, big hole was dug, dug, dug, dug
                                 A
And that would be the end of the bug song
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That would be the end of the bug song


[Outro]
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I'm gonna dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig...