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Jethro Tull - Aqualung




Sitting on a park bench --
eyeing little girls with bad intent.
Snot running down his nose --
greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes.
Hey, aqualung
Drying in the cold sun --
Watching as the frilly panties run.
Hey, aqualung
Feeling like a dead duck --
spitting out pieces of his broken luck.
Oh/Hey, aqualung
Sun streaking cold --
an old man wandering lonely.
Taking time
the only way he knows.
Leg hurting bad,
as he bends to pick a dog end
he goes down to the bog
and warms his feet.

Feeling alone --
the army's up the road
salvation a la mode and
a cup of tea.
Aqualung my friend --
don't you start away uneasy
you poor old sod, you see, it's only me.
Do you still remember
December's foggy freeze --
when the ice that
clings on to your beard is
screaming agony.
And you snatch your rattling last breaths
with deep-sea-diver sounds,
and the flowers bloom like
madness in the spring.

Sun streaking cold --
an old man wandering lonely.
Taking time
the only way he knows.
Leg hurting bad,
as he bends to pick a dog end
he goes down to the bog
and warms his feet.

Feeling alone --
the army's up the road
salvation a la mode and
a cup of tea.
Aqualung my friend --
don't you start away uneasy
you poor old sod, you see, it's only me.

solo

Aqualung my friend --
don't you start away uneasy
you poor old sod, you see, it's only me. Whoa.

Sitting on a park bench --
eyeing little girls with bad intent.
Snot running down his nose --
greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes.
Hey, aqualung
Drying in the cold sun --
Watching as the frilly panties run.
Hey, aqualung
Feeling like a dead duck --
spitting out pieces of his broken luck.
Oh/Hey, aqualung

ohh, aqualung
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