JETHRO TULL - AQUALUNG

AQUALUNG

JETHRO TULL

Ian Scott Anderson, Jenny Anderson

COUNTRY: U.S.A.

ALBUM: AQUALUNG

LABEL: ISLAND RECORDS

GENRE: PROGRESSIVE ROCK

YEAR: 1971

"Aqualung" is a song by the British progressive rock band Jethro Tull, and the title track from their Aqualung(1971) album. The song was written by the band's frontman, Ian Anderson, and his then-wife Jennie Franks.

While this track was never a single, its eponymous album Aqualung was Jethro Tull's first American Top 10 album, reaching number seven in June 1971. 

Sitting on the park bench

Eyeing little girls with bad intent.

Snot is 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.

Leg 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 sot, you see, it's only me.

Do you still remember

The 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.

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 sot, you see, it's only me.

Aqualung my friend

Don't you start away uneasy

You poor old sot, you see, it's only me.

Sitting on the park bench

Eyeing little girls with bad intent.

Snot is 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