There are so many things
You can put in a song
You can make it about a truck driver
You can make it an hour long
I have so little time
And so much to say
If you seek clarification
Then I can put it another way
Friend, won't you please
Fill my hole
It's located
At the bottom
Of my soul
And it's a fellon
To be tellin'
I know
Friend
Won't ya please
Fill my hole
No matter how many
Widgets 'n' didgets 'n' stuff
You gather, you fossick
It can never be enough
That hollow, howlin' wind
Blows plaintive
Across your plain
Honey I am moved
To say it once again
Darling, won't you please
Fill my hole
Do you hear where I'm coming from
It's a spiritual thing
Are ya hearin' me people