Il testo della 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 chilly 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

She was a tall thin girl

Big boy doane, he's a drummer
Don't play no tambourine
But he's madras hot on the bongo trot
And 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, yeah

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?