"Dig Gravedigger Dig" lyrics
Dig, dig, gravedigger
Dig, gravedigger, dig
Work that shovel with vigour, gravedigger
'Fore rigour mortis sets in big
Dig, dig, gravedigger
Dig, gravedigger, dig
That big ole hole just keep getting bigger
Said dig, gravedigger, dig
Well, he don't mind the cadavers
He don't mind human remains
He got no problems sleeping at night
Ain't nothing a little whiskey won't tame
I asked about ghosts and spirits
I asked him if he ever got spooked
I asked him if he ever got haunted by souls
But he reckons that he buries them too
Now he ain't bothered by corpses
Hell, he'll plant stiffs all day
See, he on some kind of piece work deal
He get paid by the grave
Dig, dig, gravedigger
Dig, gravedigger, dig
Work that shovel with vigour, gravedigger
'Fore rigour mortis sets in big
Dig, dig, gravedigger
Dig, gravedigger, dig
That big ole hole just keep getting bigger
Said dig, gravedigger, dig
Well, he could be making more money
He could be out working the rigs
But he says he don't really like no company
He says he'd rather just dig
Gravedigger, he got secrets
He whispered as he lit up a cig
He said you gotta watch it, don't badger the hole
When you cutting through the roots and the twigs
He works right through in the darkness
And then he stops and he takes him a swig
Drive by right time of the night you might spy him in the moonlight
Doing a jig
Dig, dig, gravedigger
Dig, gravedigger, dig
Work that shovel with vigour, gravedigger
'Fore rigour mortis sets in big
Dig, dig, gravedigger
Dig, gravedigger, dig
That big ole hole just keep getting bigger
'Cause gravedigger rather just dig
Dig
Dig, dig, gravedigger
Dig, gravedigger, dig
That big ole hole just keep getting bigger
Said gravedigger keep on digging
Dig
Dig, dig, gravedigger
Dig, gravedigger, dig
Work that shovel with vigour, gravedigger
'Fore rigour mortis sets in big
Dig, dig, gravedigger
Dig, gravedigger, dig
That big ole hole just keep getting bigger
Said dig, gravedigger, dig
Dig, dig, dig, gravedigger, dig
Dig, dig, dig, gravedigger
Dig, gravedigger, dig
Work that shovel with vigour, gravedigger
'Fore rigour mortis sets in big
Dig, dig, gravedigger
Dig, gravedigger, dig
That big ole hole just keep getting bigger
Said dig, gravedigger, dig
Well, he don't mind the cadavers
He don't mind human remains
He got no problems sleeping at night
Ain't nothing a little whiskey won't tame
I asked about ghosts and spirits
I asked him if he ever got spooked
I asked him if he ever got haunted by souls
But he reckons that he buries them too
Now he ain't bothered by corpses
Hell, he'll plant stiffs all day
See, he on some kind of piece work deal
He get paid by the grave
Dig, dig, gravedigger
Dig, gravedigger, dig
Work that shovel with vigour, gravedigger
'Fore rigour mortis sets in big
Dig, dig, gravedigger
Dig, gravedigger, dig
That big ole hole just keep getting bigger
Said dig, gravedigger, dig
Well, he could be making more money
He could be out working the rigs
But he says he don't really like no company
He says he'd rather just dig
Gravedigger, he got secrets
He whispered as he lit up a cig
He said you gotta watch it, don't badger the hole
When you cutting through the roots and the twigs
He works right through in the darkness
And then he stops and he takes him a swig
Drive by right time of the night you might spy him in the moonlight
Doing a jig
Dig, dig, gravedigger
Dig, gravedigger, dig
Work that shovel with vigour, gravedigger
'Fore rigour mortis sets in big
Dig, dig, gravedigger
Dig, gravedigger, dig
That big ole hole just keep getting bigger
'Cause gravedigger rather just dig
Dig
Dig, dig, gravedigger
Dig, gravedigger, dig
That big ole hole just keep getting bigger
Said gravedigger keep on digging
Dig
Dig, dig, gravedigger
Dig, gravedigger, dig
Work that shovel with vigour, gravedigger
'Fore rigour mortis sets in big
Dig, dig, gravedigger
Dig, gravedigger, dig
That big ole hole just keep getting bigger
Said dig, gravedigger, dig
Dig, dig, dig, gravedigger, dig
Dig, dig, dig, gravedigger
Writer(s): Corby Clark Marinus Lund
