Richard Linda Thompson Mole In A Hole
Like the flowers, like the bees Like the woodlands and the trees I like the Byrds on their LP's And I'm a refugee (Chorus) I wanna be a mole in a hole, digging low and slow I wanna be a fly flying high in the sky I wanna be a mole in a hole, digging low and slow I wanna be a fly flying high in the sky I had a friend who had a friend in Jesus He used to read the good book every day But my friend got so friendly with friend Jesus Friend Jesus took my only friend away (Chorus) Well, my feet are smelly and hair's a mess My teeth are yellow and I've got bad breath I may look great but I feel like death And I'm a refugee (Chorus) My friend he was as wise as Mister Wise Owl He could count from one to ten, from A to Z My friend he was so wise he got religion That's why I'm alive today and he is dead (Chorus)
