Solitaire

by Jethro Tull

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Lyrics

Brain-storming, habit-forming,

Battle-warning weary winsome actor

Spewing spineless chilling lines.

The critics falling over to tell themselves

He's boring and really not an awful lot of fun.

Well, who the hell can he be when

He's never had V.D.,

And he doesn't even sit on toilet seats?

Court-jesting, never-resting

He must be very cunning to assume

An air of dignity and

Bless us all with his oratory prowess,

His lame-brained antics

And his jumping in the air.

And every night his act's the same

And so it must be all

A game of chess he's playing,

But you're wrong, Steve.

You see, it's only solitaire.