Like a Tall Thin Girl — текст песни (Jethro Tull)

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 treat

When 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 small

But 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 tambourine

But 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 see

If 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?