I thought I saw her at the late night restaurant
I think she was a middle-distance runner
Through a wisp of cotton panty
She wouldn't make love but she could make good sandwich
Stopping hearts and chilling beer
Songwriter: Ian Anderson
We had to cozy up in the old gymnasium
With the wrong side of a knife
Dusting off the mandolins and checking on the gear
In fact, she wasn't there at all
Along a skin of satin sea, hot night in Budapest
She bent down to fill the ice box
(Well, you couldn't keep up on a hard track mile)
Could be a budding stately hero
(The translation wasn't clear)
You could cut the heat, peel it back
Hey, Budapest, cha, cha, cha
She was helping out at the back-stage
Publisher: CHRYSALIS MUSIC
You know, it rippled, just a hint of muscle
Yes, and her legs went on for ever
Like some weird unearthly vision
(She didn't speak much anyway)
Wearing only T-shirt, pants and skin
But she didn't grace our table
It was a hot night in Budapest
Hot night in Budapest
While she ran a perfect circle and she wore a perfect smile
Like staring up at infinity
So we left her to the late crew and a hot night in Budapest
Let's watch her now
(If not the money)
And she poured sweet wine before we played
She was a good enough reason for a party
Hot night in Budapest, hot night in Budapest
Her heart was spinning to the west-lands
In Budapest, hot night in Budapest
But the boys and me were heading west
She didn't speak much English language
Like staring up at infinity
Feel like you were playing for your life
Yes, and her legs went on forever
Feel it blowing from the side fills
And stuffed some more warm white wine in
She would have sent blue shivers down the wall
Hot night in Budapest, hot night in Budapest
And she didn't care to be that night in Budapest
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