Текст песни Aqualung (Live) - Jethro Tull

Hey, sitting on a park bench
Eyeing little girls with bad intent

Snot's running down his nose
Greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes
Oh, Aqualung

He's 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
Yeah, 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
When 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
Oh you see, it's only me

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
Leg hurting bad
As he bends to pick a dog-end
He goes down to the bog and warms his feet
Ohh

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
Ohh

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
Oh you poor old sod
You see, it's only me
Oh you know, it's only me

Sitting on a park bench
Eyeing little girls with bad intent

Snot's running down his nose
Greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes
Oh, Aqualung

He's drying in the cold sun
Watching as the frilly panties run
Oh, Aqualung

Feeling like a dead duck
Spitting out pieces of his broken luck
Hey, Aqualung

Whoa, Aqualung