Aqualung Lyrics

Jethro Tull

Sitting on a park bench Eying up little girls with bad intent Snots 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 He goes down to a 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 you 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 It was screaming agony
Hey and 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 a 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 you start away uneasy You poor old sod, you see it's only me
Aqualung my friend don't you start away uneasy You poor old sod, you see it's only me
Sitting on a park bench Eying up little girls with bad intent Snots 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
Oh Aqualung

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Magron

No..it's Sod. As in 'The poor sod didn't have enough for tea and a slice'. English slang.

the farmer

Our old friend Aqualung goes to the bar to warm his feet because he is a poor old sot (a drunkard) not a piece of sod. Bogs aren't very warm in December either.

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