Rock’n’ Roll Mole

Who’s the one that worms will fear,
when the strings are tuned up clear?
What is shaking underground,
riffs are rumbling, heavy sound.

What a creature to see,
naked rodent it be.
Well don’t you know,
it’s Roy Orbison of moles!

Rock’n’ Roll Mole,
with the dark shades on his face.
Rock’n’ Roll Mole,
digging riffs from deepest place,
from the planet’s crust,
from the roots of us.

Knows the frequencies so well,
greets a measuring worm as pal.
Solos roaring, full of fuzz,
mushrooms blowing, thunder buzz.

What a creature to see,
naked rodent it be.
Well don’t you know,
it’s Roy Orbison of moles!

Rock’n’ Roll Mole,
with the dark shades on his face.
Rock’n’ Roll Mole,
digging riffs from deepest place,
from the planet’s crust,
from the roots of us.

He pulls the songs out from the ground,
from the nature all around.
He lets the flowers bloom alive,
he won’t eat those who’ve got a spine.

What a creature to see,
naked rodent it be.
Well don’t you know,
it’s Roy Orbison of moles!

Rock’n’ Roll Mole,
with the dark shades on his face.
Rock’n’ Roll Mole,
digging riffs from deepest place,
from the planet’s crust,
from the roots of us.

Rock’n’ Roll Mole,
with the dark shades on his face.
Rock’n’ Roll Mole,
digging riffs from deepest place,
from the planet’s crust,
from the roots of us.

 

Edellinen    Seuraava