Sitting on a park bench --
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 --
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 --
He goes down to the bog
And warms his feet.
Feeling alone --
The armys up the rode
Salvation la mode and
A cup of tea.
Aqualung my friend --
Dont start away uneasy
You poor old sod, you see, its only me.
Do you still remember
Decembers 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.
- Jethro Tull lyrics
- Bungle in The Jungle
- Cross-eyed Mary
- Hymn 43
- Living in The Past
- Locomotive Breath
- Teacher
- The Whistler
- Thick as a Brick
- related lyrics
- Michael Jackson
+ Off The Wall
+ Human Nature - Bob Seger
+ Night Moves - Whitesnake
+ Here I Go Again - Who
+ 5: 15 - April Wine
+ Lovin’ You - U2
+ With or Without You - Alan Parsons Project
+ Far Ago & Long Away
+ The Turn of a Friendly Card
+ Take The Money & Run