Toad In The Hole lyrics |
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I walk along the strand To catch the late ride home. Shuttle through the evening gloom Knowing I forgot to phone. The back door's open. There's a chill blowing in. Take your warm hands off me. Let the night begin. Shush your mouth. Listen to me. I won't say nothing -- Just let me be your Toad in the Hole. Kicking through the wet leaves lying All along the station road. |
Past tired graffitti wailing, Raw emotion to unload. There's coal in the fireplace And money in the bank too. Deep-pile carpets, tinsel wallpaper. Still got the back room to do. Don't be late. Got a day's work behind me. Feel a little devastated But my nights are assigned To you. No tom-cat creeping, now Could ever be so bold |
To hang around our place tonight When I come in from the cold. There's a straight-six in the garage And some fine wine to cool. Labour-savers in the kitchen, Room in the garden for a pool. Shush your mouth. Let imagination run Here in bed-sit heaven Where all the best wishing's done To warm Toad in the Hole. |
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