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