Digelu (also known as Kidame Digelu) is a town in central Ethiopia. Located in the Arsi Zone of the Oromia Region to the east of Sagure, it has a latitude and longitude of 7°45′N 39°15′E / 7.750°N 39.250°E / 7.750; 39.250 with an elevation of 2,713 meters (8,901 ft). It is one of three settlements in Digeluna Tijo woreda.
A survey of Digelu made in 1970 portrayed the town sitting in a forested area where tree felling had just started. Inhabitants were about three times as many Shewa Oromo as Arsi Oromo. Landowners averaged about 15 hectares (37 acres) and tenants about 4 hectares (10 acres) on an average.
Based on figures from the Central Statistical Agency of Ethiopia published in 2005, Digelu has an estimated total population of 1,623 consisting of 738 men and 885 women. The 1994 census reported this town had a total population of 910 of whom 400 were males and 510 females.
Hey, you say you like the way the cowboys tip their hats and say,
"How's it goin' ma'am?"
But you're never quite clear if their glares are sincere
Or really only just second hand
To you it's all voices, its a lavender haze
The man is a marvel, but it's a shame about his brains
But that's OK
You say "he's got straight teeth and it's good sex"
you look to the sky
You look to the man
you claim innocence and not to understand
Or do you, do you?
There's a big mad wearing a white suit and patent leather shoes
he want to take his monkeys to see the kids at the zoo
'Cause the gypsy on the corner said
"Hey, Mister you can't lose."
And it's your first day at the track
you feel that heat on your back
We all want to find a way to beat the system
Find some rhythm in the madness
Get down on your knees and pray
Say, "I'll do whatever you want, God
Just let me have my way"
Well will you, will you?
come on all you merry men
rally your cry
dance with the devil for tomorrow we'll surely
Hey, hey blow the men down
Just like the girls today with nothing to say
No more pigtails and pony rides
They're sophisticated
They sip on lattes
And have their eyes on a bigger prize
We shake our fists and say, "Well good golly we're mad
That God kills children with our very own hands"
We claim innocence and not to understand
Or do we, do we?
come on all you merry men
Rally your cry
dance with the devil for tomorrow we'll surely
Hey, hey blow the men down
Blow the men down