Quizz Kid - Jethro Tull

The old Rocker wore his hair too long

Wore his trouser cuffs too tight

Unfashionable to the end --- drank his ale too light

Death’s head belt buckle --- yesterday’s dreams ---

The transport caf' prophet of doom

Ringing no change in his double-sewn seams

In his post-war-babe gloom

Cut along the dotted line slip in and seal the flap

Postal competition crazy, though you wear the dunce’s cap

Win a fortnight in Ibiza line up for the big hand out

You’ll never know unless you try what winning’s all about

Be a quizz kid

Be a whizz kid

Six days later there’s a rush telegram

Drop everything and telephone this number if you can

It’s a free trip down to London for a weekend of high life

They’ll wine you;

dine you;

undermine you, better not bring the wife

Be a quizz kid

Be a whizz kid

It’s a try out for a quizz show that millions watch each week

Following the fate and fortunes of contestants as they speak

Answerable to everyone;

responsible to all;

publicity dissected ---

Brain cells splattered on the walls of encyclopaedic knowledge

May be barbaric but it’s fun.

As the clock ticks away a lifetime

Hold your head up to the gun of a million cathode ray tubes aimed at your tiny

skull

May you find sweet inspiration

May your memory not be dull

May you rise to dizzy success

May your wit be quick and strong

May you constantly amaze us

May your answers not be wrong

May your head be on your shoulders

May your tongue be in your cheek

And most of all we pray that you may come back next week!

Be a quizz kid

Be a whizz kid