I can dig it, he can dig it
She can dig it, we can dig it
They can dig it, you can dig it
Oh, let's dig it
Can you dig it, baby
I can dig it, he can dig it
She can dig it, we can dig it
They can dig it, you can dig it
Oh, let's dig it
Can you dig it, baby
Of course, I kept singing those lyrics as I was digging our cars out from under two-plus feet of snow (thank you, Snowzilla), and now I'm singing a different tune -- about a backache and full-body ache! Now I wish I had Dickinson's Natural Body Brace to take away the pain!
By Emmett Lee Dickinson: It is easy to work when the snow is at play – And how that work is a pain – The shov’ling to clear everything up Makes work difficult – then It is simple, to ache to the Bone, or the Back – With Throbbing – among the nerves – Aching derriere – terribler – But I Reap what I Deserve – | By Emily Dickinson: It is easy to work when the soul is at play – But when the soul is in pain – The hearing him put his playthings up Makes work difficult – then – It is simple, to ache in the Bone, or the Rind – But Gimlets – among the nerve – Mangle daintier – terribler – Like a Panter in the Glove – |