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Lyrics for 'Like A Tall Thin Girl' by 'Jethro Tull'
Well, I Don't Care To Eat Out In Smart Restaurants.
I'd 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 Don't 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 I'm Not Exactly Small
But When It All Comes Down, Couldn't Stand My Ground.
This Girl Was Tall.
(and I Mean Tall.)
Big Boy Doane, He's A Drummer. Don't Play No Tambourine
But He's 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 Lady's 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?
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