I Don't Dig It

You're really goin' down in your Sunday best, But when we go home, baby, you change to A mess. I don't dig it. I don't dig it. It ain't right. Well, your blue jeans roll half way to your Knees and your old sweatshirt with your raggedy Sleeves. I don't dig it. I don't dig it. It ain't right. All day you're on the campus, you're perfect ten. Pretty as a doll, but you flash a trend. You gave me a date, my heart jumped for Joy, but when I pick you up, baby, you Look like a boy. Well, your blue jeans roll half way to your Knees and your old sweatshirt with your raggedy Sleeves. I don't dig it. I don't dig it. It ain't right. Well, everybody knows we keep steady company, But you wear your pretty things for everybody to See. I don't dig it. I don't dig it. It ain't right. You tell me, pretty baby, I'm the only one To race, but all I ever get from you Is a blue-jean face. I don't dig it. I don't dig it. It ain't right. All day you're the campus, you're a perfect ten. Pretty as a doll, but you flash a trend. You gave me a date, my heart jumped for Joy, but when I pick you up, baby, you Look like a boy. Well, your blue jeans roll half way to your Knees and your old sweatshirt with your raggedy Sleeves. I don't dig it. I don't dig it. It ain't right.