Lyrics One White Duck - Jethro Tull

One White Duck

A one, two, three.
There’s a haze on the skyline, to wish me on my way —
And there’s a note on the telephone — some roses on a tray.
And the motorway’s stretching right out to us all, as I pull on my old
Wings — One White Duck on your wall.
Isn’t it just too damn real?
One White Duck on your wall.
One Duck on your wall.
I’ll catch a ride on your violin — strung upon your bow.
And I’ll float on your melody — sing your chorus soft and low.
There’s a picture-view postcard to say that I called.
You can see from the fireplace, One White Duck on your wall.
Isn’t it just too damn real?
One White Duck on your wall.
One Duck on your wall.
So fly away Peter and fly away Paul — from the finger-tip ledge of
Contentment.
The long restless rustle of high heel boots calls.
And I’m probably bound to deceive you after all.