Dig it, ooh, dig it
Ooh, dig it, ooh, dig it
Is it like a creature from a double feature?
See it at the drive in, gets so alive in
And is it exotic, then there's no hiding
It's not so inviting, but it's, oh, so biting
'Cause I don't owe you that
Dig it
Dig it, ooh, dig it
Ooh, dig it, ooh, dig it
Dig it, ooh, dig it
Ooh, dig it, ooh, dig it
Can it be exotic, or is it erotic?
Halfway melodic, but mainly cathartic
Babylon gothic, mainly psychotic
Is it from the future, double mature
'Cause I don't owe you that
Dig it
Dig it, ooh, dig it
Ooh, dig it, ooh, dig it
Dig it, ooh, dig it
Ooh, dig it, ooh, dig it
'Cause I don't own you that
Dig it
We got off the boat with the creme de la creme
Of rare antique vintage Soviet synthesizers
I said, "Good golly, Miss Molly, these look funky"
She said, "I bet your ass they look funky, boy"
Drop that thing off
'Cause I don't owe you that
Dig it
Dig it, ooh, dig it
Ooh, dig it, ooh, dig it (fight, fight, get down)
Ooh, dig it, ooh, dig it (from the bowels)
Ooh, dig it, ooh, dig it
Dig it, ooh, dig it
Ooh, dig it, ooh, dig it (fight, fight)
Ooh, dig it
