Aqualung lyrics

Sitting on a park bench

Eyeing little girls with bad intent.

Snot running down his nose

Greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes.

Drying in the cold sun

Watching as the frilly panties run.

Feeling like a dead duck

Spitting out pieces of his broken luck

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 rode

salvation à 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 is screaming agony.

And you snatch your rattling last breaths with deep-sea-diver sounds,

And the flowers bloom like madness in the spring.

• Artist:Jethro Tull
• Album:Aqualung