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 glass 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 skill |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|||