Big Riff And Mando - Jethro Tull

Marty loveed th sound of the stolen mandolin.

Somebody took it on a dare in the night-time.

Ran up to the radio, calling out to the wind.

Now, bring it, bring it back at least an hour before flight time.

It was a souvenir, but it was a right arm missing.

Swap a woodwork rhythm for a humbucking top line.

Big Riff, rough boy, wants to be a singer in a band.

A little slow in the brain box, but he had a quick right hand.

Run left, run right — everywhere he look —

Nobody watching, no, but that was all he took last night.

Running on the power of a stolen mandolin.

Steal a little inspiration.

Steal a little muscle.

Will he wake in the morning, wondering — was it really worth it?

So, make a little deal.

Yeah make a little hustle.

Ringing on the radio — got a proposition for those English boys.

I’ll make the sing-song — you can make the background noise.

One, two, three, four — one bar and in.

Give you back the mango, if you’ll let this singer sing tonight.

Marty loved the sound of the stolen mandolin.

Big Riff took it on a dare in the night-time.

Now it’s four o’clock, and we’re waiting at the sound-check.

Looking for a facee staring in from the sunshine.