| Song | Toad In The Hole |
| Artist | Ian Anderson |
| Album | Walk Into Light |
| 作词 : Anderson | |
| 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. |
| zuò cí : Anderson | |
| 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. | |
| Deeppile 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 tomcat creeping, now | |
| could ever be so bold | |
| to hang around our place tonight | |
| when I come in from the cold. | |
| There' s a straightsix in the garage | |
| and some fine wine to cool. | |
| Laboursavers in the kitchen, | |
| room in the garden for a pool. | |
| Shush your mouth. | |
| Let imagination run | |
| here in bedsit heaven | |
| where all the best wishing' s done | |
| to warm Toad in the Hole. |