Текст песни Aqualung (Remastered) - 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
Neck 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 à 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, yea
Do you still remember
December's foggy freeze
When the ice that
Clings onto 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
Neck hurting bad
As he bends to pick a dog-end
He goes down to the bog
And warms his feet, ooo
Feeling alone
The army's up the road
Salvation à 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, o-o-o-o
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!
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