Album by Jethro Tull
Number of Lyrics in Album : 27
By Jethro Tull, A small cigar can change the world I know, I've done
By Jethro Tull, The actors milling helplessly-- The script is blowing out to sea. But
By Jethro Tull, Dirty white caravans down our road, sailing. Vivas, cortinas, weaving in
By Jethro Tull, All right and honorable gentlemen And lady, too Will kindly try to
By Jethro Tull, Tear it down in double quick time To get the eighth
By Jethro Tull, Critic of the black and white It's your first night. The passion
By Jethro Tull, Your mother she protected you And softened every blow And brought you
By Jethro Tull, Hard liner, she brings ice when I bring fire. She's a
By Jethro Tull, Got a grand house out in the country.Marble pillars holding
By Jethro Tull, The tiger flashes sharpened teeth. Bowler-hatted; summer briefs Beneath his pinstriped skin. To
By Jethro Tull, ``hello. this is `law of the bungle part ii'. by
By Jethro Tull, The master playwright Urges you to play right/play wrong; Life is long
By Jethro Tull, Last light's out They're all abed And something's in my room Creeping down
By Jethro Tull, The tiny ant leaves his tiny ant drops in the
By Jethro Tull, One day he'll walk from out of this place. You'll see
By Jethro Tull, Did you learn your lines today? Well, there is no
By Jethro Tull, I looked out of my window, saw a stencil black, No
By Jethro Tull, I'd like to take you To the edge of every morning On
By Jethro Tull, Come running. go for overkill. If you don't come now, I'll
By Jethro Tull, One two three two The editor lies screaming (begging in his
By Jethro Tull, She moves with machinery for the fancy sports car trade. Part
By Jethro Tull, In long years of ancient time, stood alone a friend
By Jethro Tull, Would you like to see my lion My friend cecil is
By Jethro Tull, I walked down that boulder road, Through a child's eye saw
By Jethro Tull, Brain-storming, habit-forming, battle-warning weary winsome actor spewing Spineless chilling lines-- The critics
By Jethro Tull, Young gladys was a silky maiden At thirteen, she was going
By Jethro Tull, Stopped off on a long drive. Down from the high country. Spent