Jethro Tull Aqualung [Live] Lyrics

Sitting on a park bench --
Eyeing little girls with bad intent.
Snot running down his nose --
Greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes.Hey Aqualung
He's 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
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 --
Well He goes down to the bog
And warms his feet.

Feeling alone --
The armys up the rode
Salvation ala mode and
A cup of tea.
Aqualung my friend --
Dont you start away uneasy
Well You poor old sot, you see, its only me.
Do you still remember
Decembers foggy freeze --
When the ice that
Clings on to your beard with
Screaming agony.
And you s_____ your rattling last breaths
With deep-sea-diver sounds,
And the flowers bloom like
Madness in the spring.

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