Jethro Tull - Like A Tall Thin Girl Lyrics
Well, I dont care to eat out in smart restaurants.Id rather do a vindaloo: take away is what I want.I was down at the old bengal, having telephoned a treatWhen I saw her framed in the kitchen door.She looked good enough to eat.(and I mean eat.)She was a tall thin girl.She looked like a tall thin girl.She said, ``whose is this carry-out?My face turned chilli red.Well, I dont know about carrying out,But you can carry me off to bed.(and I mean bed.)She was a tall thin girl.She moved like a tall thin girl.Maybe I can fetch for it,And maybe I can stretch for it.I may not be a fat man and Im not exactly smallBut when it all comes down, couldnt stand my ground.This girl was tall.(and I mean tall.)Big boy doane, hes a drummer. dont play no tambourineBut hes madras hot on the bongo trot,If you know just what I mean.Stands six foot three in his underwear;Going to get him down here and seeIf this good ladys got a little sister `bout the same size as me.She was a tall thin girl.She looked like a tall thin girl.Well, can I fetch for it?Well, maybe I can stretch for it?Well, am I up for it? or do I have to go down for it?
