Lyrics:<\/p>\n
Sitting on a park bench
\nEyeing little girls with bad intent
\nSnot running down his nose
\nGreasy fingers smearing shabby clothes
\nHey, Aqualung
\nDrying in the cold sun
\nWatching as the frilly panties run
\nHey, Aqualung
\nFeeling like a dead duck
\nSpitting out pieces of his broken luck
\nWhoa, Aqualung<\/p>\n
Sun streaking cold, an old man wandering lonely
\nTaking time the only way he knows
\nLeg hurting bad as he bends to pick a dog-end
\nHe goes down to the bog and warms his feet
\nFeeling alone, the army’s up the road
\nSalvation a la mode and a cup of tea
\nAqualung my friend, don’t you start away uneasy
\nYou poor old sod, you see, it’s only me<\/p>\n
Do you still remember
\nDecember’s foggy freeze?
\nWhen the ice that
\nClings on to your beard was
\nScreaming agony (Hey!)
\nAnd you snatch your rattling last breaths
\nWith deep-sea-diver sounds
\nAnd the flowers bloom like
\nMadness in the spring<\/p>\n
Sun streaking cold, an old man wandering lonely
\nTaking time the only way he knows
\nLeg hurting bad as he bends to pick a dog-end
\nHe goes down to the bog and warms his feet
\nOh-oh-oh-oh-oh
\nFeeling alone, the army’s up the road
\nSalvation a la mode and a cup of tea
\nAqualung my friend, don’t you start away uneasy
\nYou poor old sod, you see, it’s only me
\nMe-me-me-me-me
\nOh-oh-oh-oh-oh<\/p>\n
[Guitar Solo]<\/p>\n
[Bridge]
\nDee-dee-dee-dee
\nDee-dee-dee-dee-dee-dee-dee
\nDee-dee-dee-dee-dee-dee
\nDee-dee-dee-dee
\nAqualung, my friend, don’t you start away uneasy
\nYou poor old sod, you see, it’s only me<\/p>\n
Sitting on a park bench
\nEyeing little girls with bad intent
\nSnot running down his nose
\nGreasy fingers smearing shabby clothes
\nHey, Aqualung
\nDrying in the cold sun
\nWatching as the frilly panties run
\nHey, Aqualung
\nFeeling like a dead duck
\nSpitting out pieces of his broken luck
\nHey, Aqualung<\/p>\n
[Outro]
\nWhoa, Aqualung<\/p>\n
Aqualung, the album\u201d to many, is Tull\u2019s masterpiece. The title track and \u201cLocomotive Breath,\u201d with their catchy riffs, would be joined by \u201cMy God,\u201d \u201cCross-Eyed Mary,\u201d and \u201cHymn 43\u201d as classic rock staples. There\u2019s no arguing with its commercial success, having sold more than seven million copies and continuing to outsell anything in the back catalog.<\/p>\n
#JethroTull\u200b #Aqualung<\/p>\n
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