Little Red Robin Hood Hit The Road

In the garden of England dead moles lie inside their holes The dead-end tunnels crumble in the rain underfoot Innit a shame? Can't you see them? Can't you see them? roots can't hold them Bugs console them I fight with the handle of my little brown broom I pull out the wires of the telephone I hurt in the head and I hurt in the acting bone Now I smash up the telly with remains of the broken phone I fighting for the crust of the little brown loaf I want it I want it I want it give it to me (I give it you back when I finish the lunchtea) I lie in the road try to trip up the pa*sing cars Yes me and the hedgehog We bursting the tyres all day As we roll down the highway towards the setting sun I reflect on the life of the Highwayman yum yum Now I smash up the telly and what's left of The broken phone