The Lyrics
I'm bored (bored), and there's one thing that I do when I'm bored, man
When I'm this out of my gourd (gourd)
I take a shovel and dig like ma-ad
Not in a singular pla-ace
The park or my house ou-out the ba-ack
Or your place, if that's fine, buddy (buddy)
Not dirt I like to-o upend
No, you got me all wro-ong (uh)
Cause what I get out of it (uh)
Is way more than dirt pilin' (uh)
It seems I always find things
Hidden 'neath the earth, rock and clay
Sometimes it's cash I'm findin' (uh)
Sometimes I grab a siren (uh)
Sometimes oh snap, a diamond
Worth dirt in my hai-ai-ai-ai-air
All of this stuff I'm findin' underground
Makes no friggin' sense, so why-y?
And it isn't limited to this one town
I've moved lots of times in my li-ife
And yet I still find shit like this golden crown
It's authentic, I've tested it, ri-ight
So grab a spade, buddy, and see what you ca-an fi-ind
Look what I found, what I found, what I found
Ju-ust from diggi-ing undergrou-ou-ou-ou-ound
Look what I found, what I found, what I found
Fou-ound all this cra-ap undergrou-ou-ou-ou-ound
Look what I found, what I found, what I found
Fro-om digging ho-oles in the grou-ou-ou-ou-ound
Look what I found, what I found, what I found
'Twa-as all hidde-en undergrou-ound, yea-eah
Hey loo-ook (loo-ook), there's some ancient coins inside of my spade
I'm not up on my coinage kno-ow-ho-ow (kno-ow-ho-ow)
Checked my coins, they don't loo-ook the same (that sure isn't E-English, mate)
Each new hole, it's li-ike ma-agic
Something brand new but old all the sa-ame
Do you get what I mean, buddy? (buddy)
Not su-ure myself, that's okay
I still have all this stu-uff (uh)
This archeology shit (oh)
Between hobby and habit (mmm)
I'm not sure what this thing is
But it's shiny, that alone's grea-ea-eat
How 'bout we try your place next (uh)
Maybe we'll find some helmets (yeah)
Or preserved wine, let's take bets
There's a lot of stuff down the-e-e-e-ere
Got such good luck finding shit in the ground
No metal detectors, mi-ind (uh)
It's why you won't see me working in town (won't flip burgers)
This junk gets so much cash, oh my-y (no dull desk job for me, no lie-ie-ie)
Found vintage 30's Ford parts, car nuts came runnin' round
It paid for my new Jaguar F-ty-ype
I see you've got nada, guess this crap's mine to-o fi-ind
Look what I found, what I found, what I found
Ju-ust from diggi-ing undergrou-ou-ou-ou-ound
Look what I found, what I found, what I found
Go-ot this sweet loo-oot undergrou-ou-ou-ou-ound
Look what I found, what I found, what I found
Fro-om mixed-sized ho-oles in the grou-ou-ou-ou-ound
Look what I found, what I found, what I found
A-all of it fou-ound undergrou-ound, yea-eah
Look what I fou-ound undergrou-ound
Yeah-eah
Look what I fou-ound undergrou-ound
Sold it all for ca-ash
Look what I fou-ound undergrou-ound
Yeah-eah-eah-eah
Look what I fou-ound undergrou-ound
While you have found ja-ack
I wish I could explain it (no)
Why when we dig like pirates (mmm)
I find lots yet you find shit
Got no lead on what is to blame
You found a crate of old mitts (uh)
The Holy Grail, I found it (yeah)
You're like "No way, that's bullshit"
I know it's not fai-ai-ai-ai-ai-air
Dug in a hund'red spots around this town
So that all the loot is mi-ine (oh)
Why should I bother when no-one around (shouldn't bother)
Can match my talents, don't know why-y (I've got no damn clue as to why-y-y)
Is it superpowers? A theory quite sound (pulled it straight from my a-a-arse)
Even though this is friggin' real li-ife
There's no explanation how only I ca-an fi-ind
Look what I found, what I found, what I found (check what I fou-ound)
A-all found in ho-oles in the grou-ou-ou-ou-ound (look what I fou-ound, all over to-own in the grou-ound, buddy)
Look what I found, what I found, what I found (look what I fou-ound)
Sa-ame story i-in ev'ry to-o-o-o-own (I've moved arou-ound, tons of things fou-ound in the grou-ound, buddy)
Look what I found, what I found, what I found (what I fou-ound)
So-ome dinosau-aur fossils, wo-o-o-o-ow (dino bones I found in the grou-ou-ound)
Look what I found, what I found, what I found
Thi-is is ridi-iculous no-ow, yea-eah
Hey, he-e-ey
Yup
Yup
Yup (this is getting really stupid, buddy)
Yup
Uh
We're both suspicious, bro
This ain't normal, hell no
Cause I found Jimmy Hoffa poking the ground with my toe
We need to fi-ind out
Just what's happenin', dude
And what's wrong with me
Findin' skills are too do-ope
Do I have powers?
If so, they're real derp
More useless than Sue Storm before she could use barriers
Or is there someone r-r-rolling in dough
And wasting my time
By planting shit in the di-irt
That's way more likely, buddy (hey)
Though I still don't know why (hey)
They'd pick me of all people (hey)
To mess with, makes no sense, right (hey)
Maybe I do have powers (hey)
And they wanna exploit me (hey)
Could be
No-one else found shit in the grou-ound
Still can't explain that, he-ey (he-ey)
Just me who found shit in the grou-ound
A mystery, man, he-ey (he-ey)
That stuff I found deep underground?
That shit was planted, he-ey (he-ey)
But who around did it and ho-ow
I wanna solve it, he-ey (he-ey)
Ha-ha-ha
Please
Help me figure out this plot, buddy
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
This stuff
Should not be found deep undergrou-ound
Ha-ha-ha
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh