From an idea..
What are you trying to hide down there
What don’t you want me to see?
What were those noises, I heard in the night
We both know that something’s not right
I saw the size of the box that you had
What were you trying to conceal?
A so-called musical instrument?
You must think I was born yesterday
The sound of the saw cuts right through me
I wonder just what you are doing
Then sanding and drilling and banging as well
And shouting and screaming and singing
What are you trying to hide
What don’t you want me to see
What are you trying to hide?
(c) words and music G Todd 2020