Jethro Tull - Aqualung

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Sitting on a park bench eye-ing lit-tle girls with bad intent
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snot is running down his nose greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes

Hey Aqualung
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Drying in the cold sun watching as the frilly panties run

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

Oh  Aqualung


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Sun streaking cold an old man wandring lonely,
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taking time the only way he knows.
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Legs hurting bad as he bends to pick a dog end .
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He goes down to the bog and warms his feet.

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Feeling alone the army's up the road,
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salvation a la mode and a cup of tea.
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Aqualung my friend, don't you start away uneasy.
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You poor old sod see it's only me.


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Do you still remember Decembers foggy freeze
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when the ice that clings onto your beard
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was screaming agony
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And your rattling last breaths with deepseadiver sounds
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and the flowers bloom like madness in the spring. 


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Sun streaking cold an old man wandring lonely,
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taking time the only way he knows.
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Legs hurting bad as he bends to pick a dog end .
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He goes down to the bog and warms his feet.


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Feeling alone the army's up the road,
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salvation a la mode and a cup of tea.
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Aqualung my friend, don't you start away uneasy.
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You poor old sod see it's only me.


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Aqualung my friend, don't you start away uneasy.
    A            E             F 
You poor old sod see it's only me.


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Sitting on a park bench eye-ing lit-tle girls with bad intent
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snot is running down his nose greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes

Hey Aqualung
E                      D                      A
Drying in the cold sun watching as the frilly panties run

Hey Aqualung
A                        E                          D
Feeling like a dead duck spitting out pieces of his broken luck

Oh Aqualung

Oh Aqualung