Текст песни Thompson Richard Linda - Mole In A Hole
Thompson Richard Linda - Mole In A Hole слова песни
Like the flowers, like the beesLike the woodlands and the treesI like the Byrds on their LP`sAnd I`m a refugee(Chorus)I wanna be a mole in a hole, digging low and slowI wanna be a fly flying high in the skyI wanna be a mole in a hole, digging low and slowI wanna be a fly flying high in the skyI had a friend who had a friend in JesusHe used to read the good book every dayBut my friend got so friendly with friend JesusFriend Jesus took my only friend away(Chorus)Well, my feet are smelly and hair`s a messMy teeth are yellow and I`ve got bad breathI may look great but I feel like deathAnd I`m a refugee(Chorus)My friend he was as wise as Mister Wise OwlHe could count from one to ten, from A to ZMy friend he was so wise he got religionThat`s why I`m alive today and he is dead(Chorus)