Sitting on a park bench --
aqualung
eyeing ittle 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 --
Jethro Tull
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 --
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
主人声 : Ian Anderson
🎵 LRC歌词版本
Sitting on a park bench --
aqualung
eyeing ittle 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 --
Jethro Tull
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 --
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
主人声 : Ian Anderson
📝 纯歌词版本
Sitting on a park bench --
aqualung
eyeing ittle 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 --
Jethro Tull
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 --
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
主人声 : Ian Anderson
🎵 LRC歌词版本
Sitting on a park bench --
aqualung
eyeing ittle 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 --
Jethro Tull
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 --
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
主人声 : Ian Anderson
Greg Laswell - Sweet Dream
If I could write out my own dream
For the next time that I sleep
You'd be the first one that I see
And I the last one that...
I gonna lose my way tomorrow
Gonna give away my car
I'd take you along with me
But you would not go so far
Don't see what
I do not wanna see
You don'...
Have you seen the '
Jack In The
Green'?With his long tail hanging down
He quietly sits under every tree
In the folds of his velvet gown
He drinks from...
On Preston platform
Do your soft shoe shuffle dance
Brush away the cigarette ash
That’s falling down your pants
And then you sadly wonder
Does the nur...
My Sunday feeling
My Sunday feeling is coming on over me
My Sunday feeling is coming on over me
Now that the night is over
Got to clear my head so I c...
Walking through forests of
Palm Tree
Apartments
Scoff at the monkeys who live in their dark tents
Down by the waterhole, drunk every
FridayEating thei...
We travellers on the endless wastes
In single orbits gliding
Cold-eyed march towards the dawn
Behind hard-weather hoods a-hiding
Meeting as the tall s...
My first and last time with you
And we had some fun.
Went walking through the trees, yeah!
And then i kissed you once.
Oh i want to see you soon
But i...