Only Solitare - 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 brain 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 solitare.)



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