| Song | In My Hole |
| Artist | Gilbert O'Sullivan |
| Album | Back to Front (DeLuxe) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : OSullivan | |
| Everytime a bell rings | |
| I go berserk | |
| I climb into my hole | |
| And sit there like a mole | |
| Playing with the dirt | |
| Contradicting people who think of me as being | |
| So soft and gentle | |
| Very clean | |
| I used to have a daisy | |
| A purple one called Maisy | |
| Stuck on my bed | |
| It didn't bother me | |
| Yet when the landlord, Freestone saw it he said | |
| Take it out at once or evicted you must go | |
| So here I am in my hole | |
| Watching people pass me by | |
| Each of them in their own world and me in mine | |
| I've never bitten off any more than I can chew | |
| Never wanted too- | |
| Every time a bird sings | |
| Every time a bell rings | |
| I go berserk | |
| And as I've said before | |
| I sit there like a mole | |
| Playing with the dirt | |
| Call it what you like | |
| And by all means tell a soul | |
| I'm very happy in my hole | |
| Running round from time to time | |
| Stopping only to unwind | |
| Everything I have is mine | |
| In my hole- | |
| Length about the width of a pole | |
| Width about the length of a bowl | |
| Hollywood style! |
| zuo ci : OSullivan | |
| Everytime a bell rings | |
| I go berserk | |
| I climb into my hole | |
| And sit there like a mole | |
| Playing with the dirt | |
| Contradicting people who think of me as being | |
| So soft and gentle | |
| Very clean | |
| I used to have a daisy | |
| A purple one called Maisy | |
| Stuck on my bed | |
| It didn' t bother me | |
| Yet when the landlord, Freestone saw it he said | |
| Take it out at once or evicted you must go | |
| So here I am in my hole | |
| Watching people pass me by | |
| Each of them in their own world and me in mine | |
| I' ve never bitten off any more than I can chew | |
| Never wanted too | |
| Every time a bird sings | |
| Every time a bell rings | |
| I go berserk | |
| And as I' ve said before | |
| I sit there like a mole | |
| Playing with the dirt | |
| Call it what you like | |
| And by all means tell a soul | |
| I' m very happy in my hole | |
| Running round from time to time | |
| Stopping only to unwind | |
| Everything I have is mine | |
| In my hole | |
| Length about the width of a pole | |
| Width about the length of a bowl | |
| Hollywood style! |
| zuò cí : OSullivan | |
| Everytime a bell rings | |
| I go berserk | |
| I climb into my hole | |
| And sit there like a mole | |
| Playing with the dirt | |
| Contradicting people who think of me as being | |
| So soft and gentle | |
| Very clean | |
| I used to have a daisy | |
| A purple one called Maisy | |
| Stuck on my bed | |
| It didn' t bother me | |
| Yet when the landlord, Freestone saw it he said | |
| Take it out at once or evicted you must go | |
| So here I am in my hole | |
| Watching people pass me by | |
| Each of them in their own world and me in mine | |
| I' ve never bitten off any more than I can chew | |
| Never wanted too | |
| Every time a bird sings | |
| Every time a bell rings | |
| I go berserk | |
| And as I' ve said before | |
| I sit there like a mole | |
| Playing with the dirt | |
| Call it what you like | |
| And by all means tell a soul | |
| I' m very happy in my hole | |
| Running round from time to time | |
| Stopping only to unwind | |
| Everything I have is mine | |
| In my hole | |
| Length about the width of a pole | |
| Width about the length of a bowl | |
| Hollywood style! |