歌词
歌曲名 Aqualung (Bbc Version) 歌手名 Jethro Tull
作词:佚名
作曲:Ian Anderson+Jennie Anderson
Sitting on a park bench
Eyeing little 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 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 rode
Salvation a la mode and
A cup of tea
Aqualung my friend
Don't 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 is
Screaming agony
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 the bog
And warms his feet
Feeling alone
The army's up the rode
Salvation a la mode and
A cup of tea
Aqualung my friend
Don't start away uneasy
You poor old sod you
See it's only me
Aqualung my friend
Don't 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 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
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