Aqualung Lyrics - A Classic Case: The London Symphony Orchestra Plays The Music Of Jethro Tull - Jethro Tull

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... 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 

Goes down to the bog and 

Warms his feet 

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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 sot 

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 

And you snatch your rattling last breaths 

With deep-sea diver sounds 

And the flowers bloom like 

Madness in the spring 

Photos 

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 

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 sot 

You see it's only me 

Aqualung my friend 

Don't just start away uneasy 

You poor old sot 

You see it's only me 

Sitting on a park bench 

Eying 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... oh, aqualung 

wo-o-o aqualungggggg...