jethro tull
solitaire
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.