Текст: Jethro Tull. Minstrel In The Gallery. Pig-Me And The Whore.

``Big bottled Fraulein, put your weight on me,'' said the pig-me to the whore, desperate for more in his assault upon the mountain. In the doorway of the stars, between Blandford Street Little man, his youth a fountain. Vernacular, verbose; an attempt at getting close to where he came from. Overdrafted and still counting. Proposition, deal. Flying button feel. Testicle testing. and Mars; Wallet ever-bulging. Dressed to the left, divulging the wrinkles of his years. to his never-ready tool. Wedding-bell induced fears. Shedding bell-end tears in the pocket of her resistance. International assistance flowing generous and full Pulls his eyes over her wool. And he shudders as he comes. Road. And my rudder slowly turns me into the Marylebone