Lime green, lime green and tangerine
The sickly sweet colors of the snakes I'm seeing
Lime green and tangerine
The sickly sweet colors of the devil in my dreams

Lime green, lime green and tangerine
The sickly sweet colors of the snakes I'm seeing
Lime green and tangerine
The sickly sweet colors of the devil in my dreams

It gets to Friday 
I give you a call
You know I’m getting kind of worried
She doesn't seem herself at all
Lime green and a sickly kind of orange
I’ve never seen her like this before

I had the best laid plans this side of America
Started out in church and finished with Angelica
Red and blue soul with a snow-white smile

Can you dig it?
Can you dig it?
Can you dig it?

I had the best-laid plans this side of America
Started out in church and finished with Angelica 
And now I dig it in the dirt and I’m down here for a while

You've got to make up your mind and make it soon
Is there room in your life for one more trip to the moon?
Is there room in your life for one more?

Burn red, red and gold
The deep dark colors of the snakes I hold
Burn red, burn red, burn red and gold
The deep dark colors of the devil at home

She pulls me down just as I’m trying to hide
Grabs me by the hair and drags me outside
and starts digging in the dirt for a not so early bird 
It's the only way for her to get the worm

I had the best laid plans this side of America
Started out in church and finished with Angelica
Red and blue soul with a snow-white smile

Can you dig it?
Can you dig it?
Can you dig it?

I had the best-laid plans this side of America
Started out in church and finished with Angelica 
And now I dig it in the dirt and I’m down here for a while

“Hello? Are you still there?” 
And much too late . . .
“Sorry . . . wrong number.”
“I’m sorry you have the wrong number.”
"Yeah... sorry, wrong number."