gilbert o'sullivan
in my hole
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!