Really Don't Mind/See There a Son Is Born - Jethro Tull

Really don’t mind if you sit this one out.

My words but a whisper your deafness a SHOUT.

I may make you feel but I can’t make you think.

Your sperm’s in the gutter your love’s in the sink.

So you ride yourselves over the fields and

you make all your animal deals and

your wise men don’t know how it feels to be thick as a brick.

And the sand-castle virtues are all swept away

in the tidal destruction the moral melee.

The elastic retreat rings the close of play

as the last wave uncovers the newfangled way.

But your new shoes are worn at the heels

and your suntan does rapidly peel

and your wise men don’t know how it feels

to be thick as a brick.

And the love that I feel is so far away:

I’m a bad dream that I just had today

and you shake your head and say it’s a shame.

Spin me back down the years and the days of my youth.

Draw the lace and black curtains and shut out the whole truth.

Spin me down the long ages: let them sing the song.

See there!

A son is born and we pronounce him fit to fight.

There are black-heads on his shoulders, and he pees himself in the night.

We’ll make a man of him, put him to trade

teach him to play Monopoly and how to sing in the rain.