I spend my days diggin' in the ground The funny thing is, it's not square but round There's not a single thing that is round inside I don't think I'm doin' it right Dig a little here, dig a little there I can't seem to dig a hole that is square I shouldn't let it bother me and let it be My holes aren't square and I don't care
Word spread around town About my holes that are round People gather 'round to see if it was true Then my shovel broke and the crowd went "boo" Since then I never dug a hole that was round Got a new shovel but it digs squares in the ground It's but a story now I tell confidently The proof lies in all the holes around me