Anderson Ian Toad In The Hole Lyrics

Toad In The Hole Lyrics

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.