Gold-tipped Boots, Black Jacket And Tie - Jethro Tull
I'm banered and bruised. I got lines I can't use. My head won't deliver. Well, I'm sold down the river. But I'm turning again. Yes, 'n' I'm turning again. Well, I'm turning again. And I'm turning again. Wearing gold-tipped boots, black jacket and tie. Black jacket and tie. Well, I've been second to none: This horse was ready to run. Now I'm has-been and used: Disarmed and de-fused But I'm turning again. And I'm turning again. Yes, 'n' I'm turning again. I'm turning again. Wearing gold-tipped boots, black jacket and tie. Black jacket and tie, black jacket and tie, Black jacket and tie. I'm egg over-easy And I'm washing-up squeezy. Appliance for sale: Fat wind in my sail And I'm turning again. Yes, 'n' I'm turning again. Well, I'm turning again. Yes, 'n' I'm turning again. Wearing gold-tipped boots, black jacket and tie. Black jacket and tie, black jacket and tie, Black jacket and tie, black jacket and tie. Well, I'm turning again.
Artist: Jethro Tull