Music by Elton John
Lyrics by Bernie Taupin

Say what you will but I´m a stinker
I come crawling up out of my hole

Dirt in my toes, dirt up my nose
I´m a perfect curse to pest control

Seeds and weeds and muddy meals
Crawling around the earth
Down in the ground where the sun don´t pound
I hibernate in English turf

Better believe it, I´m a stinker
Burning vermin stink
Watch me get as high as a heat wave honey
Tell me what you hound dogs think

Set in my styles with a beady eye
I got connections with the underground
Call me a common rodent boy
Sitting here safe and sound

Some mole hill mother sauntered by
Acting like the ace of spades
Don´t give that cutey no reason to shoot me
When I´m living on the eggs she laid