In My Hole Lyrics - Gilbert 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!