The Habanero Reel - Jethro Tull

Cool in the corner, tom cat sitting

On the edge of the yard;

sand-flies flitting

Orange order on a field of green

Smothers me to smithereens

Rum and cola, ice cubes crashing

Jumping beans and brown eyes flashing

Long hair swinging, tell me how d’you feel?

Well, hot and fancy, it’s the habanero reel

Troubled skin?

Pour oil upon it

She’s fit to burn in her new Scotch Bonnet

Spice up anybody’s stew

Frogs and goats and chickens too

Barefoot in the sunshine

Kicking empty beer cans down on the high tide line

Big wave nearly float your dress away

And I’m thinking that it’s just another day:

Just another day

Feel that hot rush start its tickle

Sweat is rising, taste buds prickle

With ears of bat and eye of eagle

It’s just as well it’s strictly legal