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Aqualung
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Folk
Aqualung was released on May 6, 2002 by earMUSIC as a part of the album Living with the Past
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jethro Tull
Jethro Tull
Performer
Ian Anderson
Ian Anderson
Flute
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ian Anderson
Ian Anderson
Songwriter
Jennie Anderson
Jennie Anderson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ian Anderson
Ian Anderson
Producer

Lyrics

Sitting on the park bench
Eyeing little girls with bad intent
Snot running down his nose
Greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes
Yeah, Aqualung
He's drying in the cold sun
Watching as the frilly panties run
Oh, Aqualung
And 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 à la mode, and a cup of tea
Aqualung, my friend, don't you start away uneasy
Oh, 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
Oh-oh-oh-oh
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
Oh, you poor old sod, you see, it's only me
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Dee-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 the park bench
Eyeing little girls with bad intent
Snot running down his nose
Oh, greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes
Yeah, Aqualung
He's drying in the cold sun
Watching as the frilly panties run
Yeah, Aqualung
And feeling like a dead duck
Spitting out pieces of his broken luck
Yeah, Aqualung
Whoa, Aqualung
Aqualung
Written by: Ian Anderson, Jennie Anderson
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