Budapest Jethro Tull (Ft. Ric Sanders)

I think she was a middle-distance runner...
(the translation wasn't clear)
Could be a budding stately hero
International competition in a year
She was a good enough reason for a party...
(well, you couldn't keep up on a hard track mile)
While she ran a perfect circle
And she wore a perfect smile
In Budapest... hot night in Budapest

We had to cozy up in the old gymnasium...
Dusting off the mandolins and checking on the gear
She was helping out at the back-stage...
Stopping hearts and chilling beer
Yes, and her legs went on for ever
Like staring up at infinity
Through a wisp of cotton panty
Along a skin of satin sea
Hot night in Budapest

You could cut the heat, peel it back with the wrong side of a knife
Feel it blowing from the side fills. Feel like you were playing for your life
(if not the money)
Hot night in Budapest

She bent down to fill the ice box
And stuffed some more warm white wine in
Like some weird unearthly vision
Wearing only T-shirt, pants and skin
You know, it rippled, just a hint of muscle
But the boys and me were heading west
So we left her to the late crew
And a hot night in Budapest
It was a hot night in Budapest