Three moles

There are three moles who live in three holes;
and each and every one of them have golden souls.
They dig their holes all day long
and disturb the gentlemen playing crown green bowls;
then pick up loose coins on the motorway tolls.
They all play with porcelain dolls and go to battle with devilish trolls.
But most of all they have big fat hairy goals.

There’s only one truck stop and no gift shop

I’ve no money or anything but I want to buy her a diamond ring.
But there’s only one truck-stop and no giftshop.
But I need this diamond ring;
I’m gonna have to busk, I’m gonna have to sing.
But there’s only one truck-stop and no giftshop.
That diamond ring’s not coming and now I’m running,
the bus is pulling out and my singing voice can’t shout.
But there’s only one truck-stop and no giftshop.
I ring my lover at home,
my voice is trembling whilst on the phone;
I can’t get you that diamond ring, I even tried to sing.
There’s only one truck-stop and no giftshop.
Her reply to me, can’t you see – I don’t need a diamond ring,
I love to hear you sing.
There’s only one truck-stop and no giftshop.
I don’t need that gift shop, I’ll just wait for my bus in the one and only truck-stop.