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|  | Текст (слова) песни: Jethro Tull -  Law of The Bungle
 The tiger flashes sharpened teeth.
 
 Bowler-hatted; summer briefs
 
 Beneath his pinstriped skin.
 
 To kill demands a business sense;
 
 Economy moves non-residence
 
 Approaching from down-wind.
 
 Being a tiger means you laugh
 
 Whenever lesser tigers have
 
 To eat meat thats infected.
 
 Being a tiger means your mate
 
 When overfed will defecate
 
 In places least expected.
 
 Knowing a tiger means you must
 
 Accept his promise of mutual trust
 
 And offer him your throat.
 
 Loving a tiger means you take
 
 Second place to the cake you bake
 
 And with undying servile obedience
 
 Keep the stiffly starched collar
 
 Of his conference shirt spotless
 
 And remove daily the daubed bloody
 
 Evidence of his dastardly misdeeds
 
 From the otherwise immaculate elegance
 
 Of his pinstripe tiger coat.
 
 Period.
 
 
    
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