Digging a big hole

There I was, a-digging this hole A hole in the ground, so big and sort of round it was There was I, digging it deep It was flat at at the bottom and the sides were steep When along, comes this bloke in a bowler 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 much too long And you can't put hole wher a hole don't belong I ask, what a liberty eh Nearly bashed him right in the bowler Well there was I, stood in me hole Shovelling earth for all I was worth There was him, standing up there So grand and official with his nose in the air So I gave him a look sort of sideways and I leaned on my shvel and sighed Well I lit me a fag and having took a drag I replied I just couldnít bear, to dig it elsewhere I'm digging it round co's I donít want it square And if you disagree it don't bother me Thatís the place where the holes gonna be Well there we were, disscussing this hole A hole in the ground so big and sort of round Well it's not there now, the ground's all flat And beneath it is the bloke in the bowler hat And that's that  Bernard Cribbins