Like the flowers like the bees. Like the woodlands and the trees. I like the Byrds on their LP's. And I'm a refugee. (Chorus). I wanna be a mole in a hole digging low and slow. I wanna be a fly flying high in the sky. I wanna be a mole in a hole digging low and slow. I wanna be a fly flying high in the sky. I had a friend who had a friend in Jesus. He used to read the good book every day. But my friend got so friendly with friend Jesus. Friend Jesus took my only friend away. (Chorus). Well my feet are smelly and hair's a mess. My teeth are yellow and I've got bad breath. I may look great but I feel like death. And I'm a refugee. (Chorus). My friend he was as wise as Mister Wise Owl. He could count from one to ten from A to Z. My friend he was so wise he got religion. That's why I'm alive today and he is dead. (Chorus)