Lyrics: Bungle In The Jungle Album: War Child Artist: Jethro Tull   Walking through forests of palm tree apartments — Scoff at the monkeys who live in their dark tents Down by the waterhole — drunk every friday — Eating…

Lyrics: Crossfire Album: A Artist: Jethro Tull   Spring light in a hazy may And a man with a gun at the door Someone’s crawling on the roof above — All the media here for the show I’ve been waiting…

Lyrics: Nursie Album: Living In The Past Artist: Jethro Tull   Tip-toes in silence `round my bed And quiets the raindrops overhead. With her everlasting smile She still my fever for a while. Oh, nursie dear, I’m glad you’re here…

Lyrics: Slow Marching Band Album: Broadsword And The Beast Artist: Jethro Tull   Would you join a slow marching band? And take pleasure in your leaving As the ferry sails and tears are dried And cows come home at evening….

Lyrics: The End Album: A Passion Play Artist: Jethro Tull   We sleep by the ever-bright hole in the door / eat in the corner / talk to the Floor — cheating the spiders who come to say “please”, (politely)….

Lyrics: The Story Of The Hare Who Lost His Spectacles Album: A Passion Play Artist: Jethro Tull   This is the story of the hare who lost his spectacles. Owl loved to rest quietly whilst no one was watching. sitting…

Lyrics: Dogs In The Midwinter Album: Crest Of A Knave Artist: Jethro Tull   You ever had a day like i had today, When things are stacked up bad? You look around and every face you see Seems guaranteed to…

Lyrics: Budapest Album: Collection Artist: Jethro Tull   I think she was a middle-distance runner… (the translation wasn’t clear). Could be a budding stately hero. International competition in a year. She was a good enough reason for a party… (well,…

Lyrics: Strange Avenues Album: Rock Island Artist: Jethro Tull   Strange avenues where you lose all sense of direction And everywhere is main street in the winter sun. The wino sleeps — cold coat lined with he money section. Looking…

Lyrics: Cheap Day Return Album: Aqualung Artist: Jethro Tull   On preston platform Do your soft shoe shuffle dance. Brush away the cigarette ash that’s Falling down your pants. And you sadly wonder Does the nurse treat your old man…