Chorus 2: You've gotta dig, dig, dig, dig for your dinner, Nothin's what you get for free. And if you want some dig-dig-dignity, You've gotta dig, dig, dig, dig, dig for your dinner, Dig, dig, dig, dig, dig. You've gotta be as busy as a bee To be a Mister B. You just can't be a lazy bird, You've gotta get off o' your twig So you can afford your room and your board, And it's nice to have the price of a "cig." Say, you've gotta pay the fiddler man If you want to do a jig.
You can't purloin a sirloin Or the butcher will put you in the clink.
And furthermore, my friends, I must repeat, Nobody's livin' down on Easy Street And if you want to owe for groceries, You're gonna get an awful lot of "No sir-ee's." You've gotta dig, dig, dig, dig for a dollar, 'Taint as simple as you think. You've gotta dig, dig, dig, dig for your dinner, Never was a money tree. Chorus 1: You've gotta dig, dig, dig, dig for your dinner, Nothin's what you get for free. There are certain obligations you just can't shirk, You've got to put the heat on to make the kettle perk And if you want it to be a good day, You've got to do a good day's work. I don't want to sound like I'm preachin' a sermon, But I've heard people say: The early bird catches the worm 'N there's a lot of good logic in that old cliche.
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