I Dig Everything

Dig everything

Dig everything

I've...
Got the village that I love
I walk along beside the garbage men
I dig everything
I wave to the policemen, but they don't wave back
They don't dig anything (dig anything)
I ain't had a job for a year or more
I don't own a thing (don't own a thing)

Everything's fine, I dig everything
Everything's fine, I dig everything
Dig!

(Every)
(Everything)
(Every)
Dig everything
(Every)
(Everything)
(Every)
Dig everything

I feed the lions in Trafalgar Square
I dig everything
I sit just behind my window, till my cigarette's low
I dig everything
Got a backstreet room in the bad part of town
I dig everything (dig everything)
I see people in the street below, who don't know where they're going
They don't dig anything (dig anything)

Everything's fine, I dig everything
Everything's fine, I dig everything

I've got more friends than I've had hot dinners
Some of them were losers, but the rest of them are winners
Rick, John, Sally, a connection named Paul
Holy law and money, their intentions are tall
We smoke and talk in my room
We dig everything

(Every)
(Everything)
(Every)
Dig everything
(Every)
(Everything)
(Every)
Dig everything

I've...
Made myself at home
I made good friends with the time-check girl
Other end of the phone
All the movies show (that I dig everything)
I sunbathe for love (that I dig everything)
Even when it's not hot (that I dig everything)
'Cause I dig everything (that I dig everything)

Everything's fine, I dig everything
Everything's fine, I dig everything
Yeah!

(Every)
(Everything)
(Every)
Dig everything (yeah, yeah)
(Every)
(Everything)
(Every)
Dig everything (yeah, yeah)

(Every)
(Everything)
(Every)
Dig everything
(Every)
(Everything)
(Every)
Dig everything



Credits
Writer(s): David Bowie
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