Interpret:

Jethro Tull

Album:

Minstrel In The Gallery

"Big bottled Fraulein, put your weight on me,'' said the 
pig-me to the whore, 
desperate for more in his assault upon the mountain. 
Little man, his youth a fountain. 
Overdrafted and still counting. 
Vernacular, verbose; an attempt at getting close to 
where he came from. 
In the doorway of the stars, between Blandford Street 
and Mars; 
Proposition, deal. Flying button feel. Testicle testing. 
Wallet ever-bulging. Dressed to the left, divulging 
the wrinkles of his years. 
Wedding-bell induced fears. 
Shedding bell-end tears in the pocket of her resistance. 
International assistance flowing generous and full 
to his never-ready tool. 
Pulls his eyes over her wool. 
And he shudders as he comes. 
And my rudder slowly turns me into the Marylebone 
Road.