Aqualung - Jethro Tull

作词：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

Aqualung my friend

Drying in the cold sun

Watching as the frilly panties run

Aqualung my friend

Feeling like a dead duck

Spitting out pieces of his broken luck Aqualung my friend

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 a bog to

Warm 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 streaming 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

Ohohoho

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 sod you see it's only me

Ohohoh

Aqualung my friend Don't start away uneasy

You poor old sod you see it's only me

Sitting on a park bench

Eyeing idle girls with bad intent

Snot running down his nose

Greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes

Aqualung my friend

Drying in the cold sun

Watching as the frilly panties run

Aqualung my friend

Feeling like a dead duck

Spitting out pieces of his broken luck

Aqualung my friend ohohoh Aqualung my friend