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Jethro Tull Repeat The Best Of Jethro Tull Vol Ii

: Who would be a poor man, a beggarman, a thief -- if he had a rich man in his hand. And who would steal the candy from a laughing baby's mouth if

: Flying so high, trying to remember how many cigarettes did I bring along? When I get down I'll jump in a taxi cab driving through London town to

: I'll take you down to that bright city mile there to powder your sweet face and paint on a smile, that will show all of the pleasures and none of

: The minstrel in the gallery looked down upon the smiling faces. He met the gazes observed the spaces between the old men's cackle. He brewed a

: I've come down from the upper class to mend your rotten ways. My father was a man-of-power whom everyone obeyed. So come on all you criminals! I

Rise up all you fine young ladies and take arms for the show. Oh, we'll put your name up in lights, put you down on Glory Row. Would you be the star

Who would be a poor man, a beggarman, a thief -- if he had a rich man in his hand. And who would steal the candy from a laughing baby's mouth if

The old Rocker wore his hair too long, wore his trouser cuffs too tight. Unfashionable to the end drank his ale too light. Death's head belt buckle

My first and last time with you and we had some fun. wenT walking through the trees, yeah! And then I kissed you once. Oh I want to see you soon