Like A Tall Thin Girl - 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?