Interpret:

Jethro Tull

Album:

A Classic Case - The London Symphony Orchestra Plays

Sitting on a park bench 
eyeing little girls with bad intent. 
Snot is 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. 
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 
He 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 ya 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 
was screaming agony 
Hey, did you snatch your 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 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 ya start away uneasy 
you poor old sod 
you see it's only me. 


De de, de de, de de, de de, de de, 
De de, de de, de de, de de, de de 
Aqualung my friend 
don't ya start away uneasy 
you poor old sod 
you see it's only me. 


Sitting on a park bench 
eyeing little girls with bad intent. 
Snot's 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. 
Hey, Aqualung!