Aqualung
Jethro Tull
Sitting on a park benchB
CEyeing little girls with Dbad intent.
B C
Snot is running down his noseB
CGreasy fingers smearing Dshabby clothes.
B C
Bhey, CAqualung
Drying in the cold sunB
CWatching as the frilly Dpanties run.
B C
Bhey CAqualung
Feeling like a dead duckB
CSpitting out pieces of his Dbroken luck.
B C
Booh CAqualung
EmSun streaking Dcold, an old man wandering Alonely
AmTaking time the Emonly way he Dknows
Dsus2 D
EmLeg hurting Dbad, as he bends to pick a Adog end
He Amgoes down to the Embog and warms his Dfeet
Dsus2 D
EmFeeling Dalone, the armies up the Aroad
SalAmvation al-a-Emmode and a cup of Dtea
Dsus2 D
EmAqualung my Dfriend, don't you start away Auneasy
You Ampoor old sod you Emsee it's only Dme
Dsus2 D
EmDo you still Dremember, Decembers foggy Emfreeze?
EmWhen the ice that clings on Dto your beard, was screaming agoEmny
And you Emsnatch your rattling Dlast breathes with deep-sea-diver-Emsounds
And the Amflowers bloomed like Emmadness in the Dspring
Dsus2 D
EmSun streaking Dcold, an old man wondering Alonely
AmTaking time the Emonly way he Dknows
Dsus2 D
EmLeg hurting Dbad, as he bends to pick a Adog end
He Amgoes down to the Embog and warms his Dfeet
Dsus2 D
EmFeeling Dalone, the armies up the Aroad
SalAmvation al-a-Emmode and a cup of Dtea
Dsus2 D
EmAqualung my Dfriend, don't you start away Auneasy
You Ampoor old sod you Emsee it's only Dme
Sitting on a park benchB
CEyeing little girls with Dbad intent.
B C
Snot is running down his noseB
CGreasy fingers smearing Dshabby clothes.
B C
Bhey, CAqualung
Drying in the cold sunB
CWatching as the frilly Dpanties run.
B C
Bhey CAqualung
Booh CAquaDlung
