Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Aqualung (as made famous by Jethro Tull), artist - Ian Anderson. Date of issue: 28.02.2009
Song language: English
Aqualung (as made famous by Jethro Tull) |
| Sitting on a park bench |
| Eyeing little girls with bad intent |
| Snot 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 |
| Whoa, 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 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 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 the bog and warms his feet |
| Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh |
| 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 |
| Me-me-me-me-me |
| Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh |
| Dee-dee-dee-dee |
| Dee-dee-dee-dee-dee-dee-dee |
| Dee-dee-dee-dee-dee-dee |
| Dee-dee-dee-dee |
| Aqualung, my friend, don’t you 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 |
| 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 |
| Whoa, Aqualung |