Ian Anderson - Solitaire lyrics

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 a**ume 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