Jethro Tull - Aqualung Lyrics

Sitting on a park bench eyeing little girls with bad intent
Snot running down his nose greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes
Drying in the cold sun watching as the frilly panties run
Feeling like a dead duck spitting out pieces of his broken luck

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
Goes down to a bog to warm his feet

Feeling alone the army's up the rode
Salvation a la mode and a cup of tea
Aqualung my friend don't start away uneasy
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 is screaming agony
And you snatch your rattling last breaths with deep-sea diver sounds
And the flowers bloom like madness in the spring

• Anonymous

  It's a sad song about a homeless man who is watching the little girls at a park that isn't far from the Salvation Army.

• Anonymous

  I heard Ian Anderson say in an interview that the lyrics were written by his wife (now ex-wife). She appearently wrote quite a few of his song lyrics. He said he never questioned them he just say them because they worked so well with his music.