Solitaire - Jethro Tull

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.