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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
Ian Anderson
Ian Anderson
Songwriter
Jennie Anderson
Jennie Anderson
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ian Anderson
Ian Anderson
Producer
John Burns
John Burns
Engineer
Terry Ellis
Terry Ellis
Producer

Lyrics

[Refrain]
Sitting on the park bench
Eyeing little girls with bad intent
Snot 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
Oh, Aqualung
[Chorus]
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
[Chorus]
Feeling alone
The Army's up the road
Salvation à la mode and a cup of tea
Aqualung, my friend
Don't just start away uneasy
You poor old sod, you see, it's only me
[Verse 1]
Do you still remember December's foggy freeze?
When the ice that clings on to 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
[Chorus]
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
[Chorus]
Feeling alone
The Army's up the road
Salvation à la mode and a cup of tea
Aqualung, my friend
Don't just start away uneasy
You poor old sod, you see, it's only me
[Bridge]
Aqualung, my friend
Don't just start away uneasy
You poor old sod, you see, it's only me
[Refrain]
Sitting on the park bench
Eyeing little girls with bad intent
Snot 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
[Outro]
Whoa, Aqualung
Written by: Ian Anderson, Jennie Anderson
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