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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.
Toad in the hole.
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.
Rondom SONGS
AcceptanceLeave A Light On
Once In Love With Amy
Holla If Ya Hear Me
Der Karl, Der Karl, Der Moik
Big Man In Town
The Wheels Of Time
Locked in Spofford
Little boys and Little girls
THE HOUSE SONG
The World Is Full Of Crashing Bores
I Held Her In My Arms
Band On Every Corner
Karmasutra
True Love
THEY CAN'T TAKE THAT AWAY FROM ME
Lust to Love
Kitchen Window
Vincent
Authority
Tomorrow
We All Love Judy
Dreaming
Weeping Tree