Lyrics

We'll dig a hole in the ground And cover it up with sticks And chase a wooly mammoth in And jab at it with our spears The lady at the counter With cold oatmeal eyes, 'Take a number', she said 'They'll call you when They're ready for you.' I was waiting for My hunting with early man license They said it costs one hundred bucks Can you believe it? We'll dig a hold in the ground And cover it up with sticks And chase a wooly mammoth in And jab at it with our spears They said it cost One hundred bucks Can you believe it? The lady at the counter With cold oatmeal eyes
Writer(s): Andrew Broder Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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