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Aqualung
Jethro Tull Lyrics


Sitting on a park bench
Eying little girls with bad intent
Snots 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, 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 a 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
It 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 a 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

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

Sitting on a park bench
Eying up little girls with bad intent
Snots 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

Oh Aqualung

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Written by: IAN ANDERSON

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Aqualung (lyrics)

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 a la mode and
A cup of tea
Aqualung my friend
Don't 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 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 oh

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
Oh oh oh oh oh

[Guitar solo]

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
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



All comments from YouTube:

amber griffith

Today, my dad would have been 66. He's missed 16 birthdays here on this planet. He loved this song and I came here today to walk down memory lane with him in spirit.

Moon Bastet

so beautiful, my dad loves this song too, someday I will feel the same you feel... so sad

Les Lee

i so understand

Son Driven

I have missed a decade of birthdays with my 3 sons. One of them turns 37 in a few days. With pain I remember every birthday.

Manoel Santana

Grande homenagem ao seu pai. Ele estaria muito orgulhoso de vc sabendo que vc lembra das suas boas memórias.

Jayden

R.I.P

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Joey Wall

My dad commanded I listen to this.
I am 39 -- he's 62.

He apparently has impeccable taste. This fucking rocks.

Red Skies

Hi I have a song & video here on youtube to recommend to you called 'Where I Come From' By Robert Nix

Robin Holland

As you get older you will find your parents know a few things. :-D

Rick Taber

I was 21 when this song released....one of those great songs you can see as well as hear.

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