I've started, so I'll finish. I'm here, so I'll stay.
Dally with a little lady, met along the way.
In for a penny through the turnstile gate.
Searching for the motherlode before it's too late.
Barley grain sprouting, spilled upon the ground.
I'm the mad hatter, getting fatter, in for a pound.
I'm the mad hatter, getting fatter, in for a pound.
In for a pound.
In for a pound.
In for a pound.
Writer(s): Ian Anderson
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