Gold Tipped Boots, Black Jacket And Tie - Jethro Tull

I’m battered and bruised.

I got lines I can’t use

My head won’t deliver.

Well, I’m sold down the river

But I’m turning again

Yes, 'n' I’m turning again

Well, I’m turning again

And I’m turning again

Wearing gold-tipped boots, black jacket and tie

Well, I’ve been second to none:

This horse was ready to run

Now I’m has-been and used:

Disarmed and de-fused

But I’m turning again

And I’m turning again

Yes, 'n' I’m turning again

I’m turning again

Wearing gold-tipped boots, black jacket and tie

I’m egg over-easy

And I’m washing-up squeezy

Appliance for sale:

Fat wind in my sail

And I’m turning again

Yes, 'n' I’m turning again

Well, I’m turning again

Yes, 'n' I’m turning again

Wearing gold-tipped boots, black jacket and tie

Well, I’m turning again