THE MOLE
text ©by ralf moß, music ©by mafish
Jau, jau, jau
Underground
A mole's running through his lodes
Shovels a way night and day
Away through the soil
Leaving some spoil
Looking out full of doubt
The molehill and he fears
Farmers shovel and spears
Brit? Nay! He cries out
But moles are not that loud
Now in my brain you're running round
And round again
You're digging like a mole
Leaving longing in the hole
And now I'm done, that's no fun
Like a mole underground
You're diggin' in my head around
Some-
Times I'm blue
More blue than a sponge
A sponge from Yves
Ultramarine
Blue and I steam
Like a
Locomotive
And I think if
I drink a little rum
May be I come
To a higher sphere
But I fear
rum gives no cue
But a headache and I plunge
Down into
A coffein brew
But sorrows don't walk
Away like passersby
So I cry
Like a mole…
Arrows of Eros are going deep
But Eros doesn't drink
Rum but Ramazotti, so call him cupid
Or Eros, but then he gets stupid
By ouzo
So
Tell me what you drink
I tell you who you are
I tell you what I think
But watch out I go far
Like a mole digs underground
You're diggin' in my head around
Well my bell
Tolls and I know it's time to go
But you're still there
In my brain and I can't get
You off my head
