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Chorus:
There once was a hole who lived in the ground
And the whole of the hole went round and round (round and round).
It was there all night and there all day
And the silly old hole wouldn’t go away.
There all night and there all day, and the silly old hole wouldn’t
go!
v.1.
They filled it with stones and bricked it with bricks,
Pushed it and prodded it all into bits,
Pushed bulldozers through it and rivers as well.
There’s not any place that a poor hole can dwell.
Chorus:
v.2.
Then some dynamite came, it just fell off a truck,
And the hole said, “it’s time to be changing my luck.”
And it firmly sat tight, and the dynamite blew.
(Dynamite who? Dynamite Blew!)
"I’m as free as a bird” said the hole as it flew.
Last chorus:
There now is a hole that lives in the air
And the happy old hole can go anywhere.
It’s lucky that a hole can’t fit into a song,
Or the ending might not come along!
Lucky that a hole can’t fit into a song,
Or the ending might not
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