Poor specifications, wasn't it?
There they was, a-digging this hole; a hole in the ground,
so big and sort of round
And there they was, digging it deep;
flat at at the bottom, the sides were all steep.
When along comes this bloke in a bowler hat which he lifted and scratched his head.
Well we looked down the hole, poor demented soul, and he said
"Do you mind if I make a suggestion? Don't dig there, dig it elsewhere!"
"Your digging it round and it ought to be square"
"The shape of it's wrong, it's much too long"
"And you can't put hole where a hole don't belong"
I ask, what a liberty eh? Nearly bashed him right in the bowler
Well there they was, stood in the hole, shovelling earth
for all that I was worth
And there was him standing up there
So grand and all official with his nose up in the air
So I gave him a look sort of sideways
and I leaned on my shovel and sighed. I lit me a fag
and having took a drag
I replied that I just couldn't bear,
to dig it elsewhere
I'm digging it round cos I don't want it to be square
And if you disagree
it doesn't bother me
That's the place where the hole is gonna be
Well there we were, discussing this hole
A hole in the groud so big and sort of round it was
Well it's not there now, and the ground is all flat
And beneath it is the bloke in the bowler hat
And that's that