Ian Anderson - Like A Tall Thin Girl lyrics

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?