Ian Anderson
Toad in the Hole
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