No Hole In My Head - Tom Jones

Everybody thinks my head’s full of nothing

They wanna put their own special stuff in

Fill up the space with candy wrappers

Keep out sex and revolution

But there’s no hole in my head

Too bad

They call me a dupe for this and the other

Call me a puppet on a string

They don’t know my head’s full of me

And that I have my own special thing

And there’s no hole in my head

Too bad

I have lived since early childhood

Figuring out what’s going on

I know what hurts, I know what’s easy

When to stand and when to run

But there’s no hole in my head

Too bad

So please stop shouting in my ear

There’s something I wanna listen to

There’s a kind of birdsong up there somewhere

Feet walking when I wanna run

And there’s no hole in my head

Too bad

Everybody thinks my head’s full of nothing

Try to put their own special stuff in

Fill up the space with candy wrappers

Kill out sex and revolution

But there’s no hole in my head

Too bad

No, there’s no hole in my head

Too bad

There’s no hole in my head

Too bad