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