Dig Down

CLAMMY:

You gotta dig down, 

Dig down deep.

You gotta dig down,

Dig down deep.

You gotta dig down,

Out of the sun…

You gotta dig down deep and eat plankton.

 

CLAMMY/GRABBY: 

Yum, yum, yum, yum.

Yum, yum, yum, yum.

 

GRABBY: 

Oh, I get it!

You gotta dig down. 

 

CLAMMY: 

Dig down deep.

 

GRABBY: 

You gotta dig down.

 

CLAMMY: 

Dig down deep.

 

CLAMMY/GRABBY: 

You gotta dig down

and get real far.

You gotta dig down deep

to know who you are.

 

CLAMMY: 

With hands? I’d clap ‘em.

Feet? I’d stomp ‘em.

Eyes, I’d open ‘em wide, 

To see what I had inside.

Arms? I’d wave ‘em.

Knees? I’d shake ‘em.

With lips, I’d open ‘em wide,

To sing what I had inside.

 

CLAM CHORUS (with GRABBY): 

You gotta dig down, 

dig down deep.

You gotta dig down,

Dig down deep.

You gotta dig down,

Out of the sun.

You gotta dig down deep and eat plankton.

You gotta dig down, 

dig down deep.

You gotta dig down,

Dig down deep.

You gotta dig down,

and get real far.

You gotta dig down deep

to know who you are.

 

CLAMMY: 

With hands? I’d clap ‘em.

Feet? I’d stomp ‘em.

With Eyes, I’d open them wide,

To see what I had inside.

With arms? I’d wave ‘em.

Knees? I’d shake ‘em.

With lips, I’d open ‘em wide,

to sing what I had inside.

 

CLAM CHORUS, GRABBY, & CLAMMY: 

You gotta dig down. 

You gotta dig down.

You gotta dig down.

You gotta dig down deep

to know who you are.