Will you write an epitaph to make my grieving widow laugh'
Come up with something funny yet sublime,
You're sly when you're serious, enlightened when delirious,
I guess it's obvious that I'm digging your style,
Sincerely digging your style.

Rhythm is your spiritual gift,
You always give your band a lift when you ride that open hi-hat hard and wild,
I know you respected me when I shook the shaker evenly, but that don't mean that I'm the golden child,
I'm digging your style,
Sincerely digging your style.

When you wear your fuzzy hat, I confess I covet it,
You talk in French with the school girls loving it,
You're so clearly hetero,
Who would mind if we play the film where we roll, over and over, in slow-mo across the meadow, limbs entwined'
I'm digging your style,
Sincerely digging your style,
Sincerely digging your style,

Digging your style.