Toad In The Hole — текст песни (Anderson Ian)

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.