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Aqualung - Tull, Jethro
Aqualung - Tull, Jethro
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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
Whoa, 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 à 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 the December's foggy freeze?
When the ice that clings on to your beard was screaming agony
(Hey!) 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
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Feeling alone, the army's up the road
Salvation à 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
Me
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Dee-dee-dee-dee
Dee-dee-dee-dee-dee-dee-dee
Dee-dee-dee-dee-dee-dee
Dee-dee-dee-dee
Aqualung, my friend, don't you start away uneasy
You poor old sod, you see, it's only me
Sitting on a park bench
Eyeing little girls with bad intent (yeah)
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
Hey, Aqualung
Whoa, Aqualung