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Sitting on a park bench
Eying 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,
- Album:
- Homo Erraticus
- Thick As a Brick 2
- Miscellaneous
- Walk Into Light
- The Best Of Acoustic Jethro Tull
- The Secret Language Of Birds
- Progressive Rock
- Prog Rock Christmas Explosion
- This Is Space Rock
- Warriors Of Rock
- Prog Rock Christmas
- Classic Rock Mega Hits
- Prog Rock Avant-Garde Music
- 60s & 70s Acid Flash
- Prog Rock Xmas
- Thick As a Brick - Live In Iceland
- Postcard Day
- Repertoire: 15th Anniversary Sampler 1988-2003
- The Best of Acoustic Jethro Tull (Remastered)
- Ian Anderson Plays the Orchestral Jethro Tull