Now when the good ole holidays roll around I'm the kind of a guy that likes to be found Just takin it easy and layin around -doin nothin. But I take my chair and sit on the lawn, And just when all my cares are gone About a million bugs start carryin on, and I'm cussin- Some caterpillar from up some tree decides as far as he can see There's nothin to do but to fall on me-the damn worm And a dirty ole fly just makin it clear That he ain't had a bath for over a year So he's takin one now in my gla** of beer to lose germs Chorus: Bugs Bugs Bugs, If I had them all in jugs I'd dig dig dig, till a big big hole was dug dug dug dug-- And that would be the end of the bug song...repeat Well I try to sleep when I get the chance But you just can't trust them cursed ants They're never satisfied till they're in your pants and you're crawlin With a spider web right across the face I'm lookin around for a better place Till a couple of hornets take up the chase and I'm howlin! Well I head for the house and I hold my breath Till I find some stuff in the medicine chest, For the welts I got on the spot you guessed-where I'm sittin... And the wife gets mad cause I forgot To get stuff for the fleas our kitten caught Off some old dog on the neighbours lot and she's rippin... Chorus: Well I chased that moth from the middle drawer That chewed the clothes I useta wore And I jammed my thumb on the bedroom door tryin to catch 'im And I'm sure the mosquitoes all know their sk** Cause one pryed up my windowsill And he limped through the air with a broken drill and I'm scratchin. You might think I'm a little bit rough Cause I don't take to that nature stuff But I think I've just about had enough of them bugs. Now your backyard might be okay, But I'm goin down to buy some spray Cause my little place is walkin away with them bugs... Chorus: That would be the end of the bug song I'm gonna dig dig dig, dig dig dig dig dig dig .....