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With their Jockstraps pinching they slouch to attention
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Some come all you childhood heroes, won't you rise up from the pages of your comic books, your super crooks and show us all the way.
Come and make you will and testament.
Oh won't you join your local government.
We'll have Superman for President.
Let Robin save the day.
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So where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday, and where are all the sportsmen who always pulled you through?
They're all resting down at Cornwall and writing up their memoirs for the paperbacked edition of the Boy Scout manual.
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Let me make you a present of song, as the wise man breaks wind and is gone.
--- all from "Thick as a Brick" by Jethro Tull.
Windy bus stops click shop window heels,
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Indian restaurants have curried my brain.
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"Big bottom fraulein, put your weight on me," said the pig-me to the whore, desparate for more in his assault upon the mountain.
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there was a little by, stood on a burning log, rubbing his hands with glee.
He said, "Oh Mother England, did you learn my smile? Why did you light this fire under me?"
--- all from "Baker Street Muse" also by Jethro Tull.
Give me a wheel of oaken wood, and a rein of polished leather, a heavy horse and a tumbling sky, brewing heavy weather.
--- "Heavy Horses" also by Jethro Tull.
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Light a man a fire, and he will be warm while it burns.
Set a man on fire, and he will be warm for the rest of his life.
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