Solitaire — текст песни (Jethro Tull)

Brain-storming, habit-forming, battle-warning weary winsome actor spewing

Spineless chilling lines--

The critics falling over to tell themselves hes boring

And really not an awful lot of fun.



Well who the hell can he be when hes never had v.d.,

And he doesnt even sit on toilet seats?



Court-jesting, never-resting--he must be very cunning

To assume an air of dignity

And bless us all

With his oratory prowess,

His lame-brained antics and his jumping in the air.



And every night his acts the same

And so it must be all a game of chess hes playing--



But youre wrong, steve. you see, its only solitaire.