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Jethro Tull - Aqualung (Official Music Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ian Anderson
Ian Anderson
Acoustic Guitar
Jeffrey Hammond
Jeffrey Hammond
Bass
Clive Bunker
Clive Bunker
Drums
Martin Barre
Martin Barre
Electric Guitar
John Evan
John Evan
Piano
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jennie Anderson
Jennie Anderson
Lyrics
Ian Anderson
Ian Anderson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ian Anderson
Ian Anderson
Producer
John Burns
John Burns
Engineer
Terry Ellis
Terry Ellis
Producer

Songteksten

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
Writer(s): Ian Scott Anderson, Jenny Anderson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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