Digging Down Songtext - Show Of Hands

Digging Down - Show Of Hands

Come listen to me and I'll sing you a song,
thought it might offend you it wont take me long.

It's of the bold diggers at fairmile camp,
deep underground in the cold and the damp.

Digging down down down, digging down.

Theres Ian, and Animal, Pete and Welsh John, and Swampy of fame I'll include in my song.

Theres no finer diggers in Devon it's true, and the poor and the sheriff don't know what to do.

Digging down down down, digging down.

Swampy said this new road is a terrible thing, just think of the dammage and ruin you'll bring.

We've only one plannet or have you forgot, would the cameras be here without us? I think not.

Digging down down down, digging down.

So the bailifs they dug and they shored up with planks, while hundreds of policemen they stood by in ranks.

They thought they had reached them but soon felt quite sick, when they found a steel door that was 5 inches thick.

Digging down down down, digging down.

So here's to the fine moles of old fairmile cops, they'll be there in sprit until the road stops.

Lift up your voices and raise up your glass, they gave the road builders a kick up the arse!

Digging down down down, digging down.
Digging down down down, digging down.


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