JETHRO TULL - Aqualung Lyrics

Sitting on a park bench --Eyeing ittle 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 timeThe only way he knows.Leg hurting bad,As he bends to pick a dog-end --He goes down to the bogAnd warms his feet.Feeling alone --The army's up the rodeSalvation à la mode andA cup of tea.Aqualung my friend --Don't start away uneasyYou poor old sod, you see, it's only me.Do you still rememberDecember's foggy freeze --When the ice thatClings on to your beard isScreaming agony.And you snatch your rattling last breathsWith deep-sea-diver sounds,And the flowers bloom likeMadness in the spring.

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