Jethro Tull,
Skating Away on the Thin Ice of a New Day
And as you cross the circle line, the ice-wall creaks behind ---
you're a rabbit on the run.
Bungle in the Jungle
Walking through forests of palm tree apartments
Scoff at the monkeys who live in their dark tents
Down by the waterhole, drunk every Friday
Eating their nuts, saving their raisins for Sunday
Lions and tigers who wait in the shadows
They're fast but they're lazy, and sleep in green meadows
Well, let's bungle in the jungle
Well, that's all right by me, yes
Well, I'm a tiger when I want love
But I'm a snake if we disagree