Aqualung lyrics by Jethro Tull
Title : AQUALUNGArtist : JETHRO TULL
Comp : Ian Anderson
Copyright : Chrysalis Music Publishing Ltd
Reference Number : 1064
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Sitting on the 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 pretty 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 the park and warms his feet
Feeling alone, the armies of the road
Salvation alomode and a cup of tea
Aqualung my friend, don�t you start away up easy
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 you beard with screaming agony
Hey If you snatch a 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 park and warms his feet
Feeling alone, the armies of the road
Salvation alomode 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
De de de de, de de de de de de de
Aqualung my friend, don�t you start away uneasy
You poor old sod, you see it�s only me
Sitting on the 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 pretty panties run... hey aqualung
Feeling like a dead duck, spitting out pieces of his broken luck... hey aqualung
Oh... aqualung
Transcribed and programmed by : George M Wood
Copyright (C)1996