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 Dsus2cold, 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 Dsus4feet
Dsus2 Dsus4
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 Dsus2me
Dsus2 Dsus2
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 Dsus4feet
Dsus2 Dsus4
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 Dsus2me
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