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 Wow, 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 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 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 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 oh ho ho ho ohoo Dee dee dee dee Dee dee dee dee dee dee Dee dee dee dee dee dee Dee dee 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 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 Ho ohoho, Aqualung
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 Wow, 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 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 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 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 oh ho ho ho ohoo Dee dee dee dee Dee dee dee dee dee dee Dee dee dee dee dee dee Dee dee 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 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 Ho ohoho, Aqualung
“Aqualung” foi escrita pelo vocalista Ian Anderson em parceria com sua então esposa Jennie Franks.
Apesar de nunca ter sido lançada como single, a faixa integra o álbum‑título que levou Jethro Tull ao seu primeiro Top 10 nos EUA, alcançando a 7ª posição em junho de 1971.
A canção tornou‑se, depois de “Locomotive Breath”, a música mais executada em shows ao vivo da banda.
O álbum “Aqualung”, que contém a faixa, marcou o ápice comercial da banda no mercado americano na década de 1970.
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