Like A Tall Thin Girl

Well, i don't care to eat out in smart restaurants.

I'd rather do a vindaloo: take away is what i want.

I was down at the old bengal, having telephoned a treat

When i saw her framed in the kitchen door.

She looked good enough to eat.

(and i mean eat.)

She was a tall thin girl.

She looked like a tall thin girl.

She said, ``whose is this carry-out?''

My face turned chilli red.

Well, i don't know about carrying out,

But you can carry me off to bed.

(and i mean bed.)

She was a tall thin girl.

She moved like a tall thin girl.

Maybe i can fetch for it,

And maybe i can stretch for it.



I may not be a fat man and i'm not exactly small

But when it all comes down, couldn't stand my ground.

This girl was tall.

(and i mean tall.)



Big boy doane, he's a drummer. don't play no tambourine

But he's madras hot on the bongo trot,

If you know just what i mean.

Stands six foot three in his underwear;

Going to get him down here and see

If this good lady's got a little sister `bout the same size as me.

She was a tall thin girl.

She looked like a tall thin girl.

Well, can i fetch for it?

Well, maybe i can stretch for it?

Well, am i up for it? or do i have to go down for it?


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