Dig For Fire

There is this old woman
She lives down the road
You can often find her kneelin' inside of her hole

And I often ask her
"Are you lookin' for the mother lode? Huh?" No?
"No, my child, this is not my desire"
And then she said

"I'm diggin' for fire
I'm diggin' for fire
I'm diggin' for fire (fire, for fire)
I'm diggin' for fire" (I'm diggin' for fire)

There is this old man who spent so much of his life sleeping
That he is able to keep awake for the rest of his years
He resides on a beach
In a town where I am going to live

And I often ask him
"Are you lookin' for the mother lode? Huh?" No?
"No, my child, this is not my desire"
And then he said

"I'm diggin' for fire
I'm diggin' for fire (for fire)
I'm diggin' for fire (fire, for fire)
I'm diggin' for fire, I'm diggin' for fire, fire, fire
I'm diggin' for fire, I'm diggin' for fire
Oh fire, oh fire
I'm diggin' for, I'm diggin'
For fire"