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I'll make love to you
In awkward places.
I'll make love to you
In all good places.
"Alive And Well And Living In..." (MP3)
And if he feels like crying, she's bent on Heaven.
And if he feels like crying, she's there to hear him.
And the mice and Klingons in your beard are screaming 'f*g' at me
or
The mice that hang on to your beard are screaming 'f**' at me.
When the ice that clings onto your beard is screaming agony.
As he bends to pet the doggie
As he bends to pick the dog end
As he bends to pick a dog up
As he bends to pick the dog end
Crying in the old suck
Drying in the cold sun
Do you still remember December fuck'n freez
Do you still remeber December's foggy freeze
Dooshing out the foul stench
Sitting on a park bench
Dying in the cold sun
Drying in the cold sun
Eyeing little girls in satin pants
Eyeing little girls with bad intent
Eyeing little girls with bandaged hands
Eyeing little girls with bad intent
No, but i feel like an idiot.
Eyeing little girls with bat in hand
Eyeing little girls with bad intent
Eyeing little girls with fat intent.
Eyeing little girls with bad intent.
Sitting on a park bench five little girls in battered panties
or
Eyeing little girls with panties pent
or
Eyeing little girls with fattened heads
or
Eyeing little girls with fattened heads
Eyeing little girls with bad intent
Eyeing little girls with padded tents
Eyeing little girls with bad intent
Eyeing little girls with panties tense
Eyeing little girls with bad intent
Eying little girls with battered panties.
Eying little girls with bad intent.
Feeling like a dead c***.
Feeling like a dead duck.
Feeling up a dead duck
Feeling like a dead duck
Five little girls in battered tents
Eyeing little girls with bad intent
Five little girls in satin pants.
Eyeing little girls with bad intent.
Five little girls with bad implants
Eyeing little girls with bad intent
Five little girls with battened tents.
Eying little girls with bad intent.
Five little girls with battered 10-speeds
Eyeing little girls with bad intent
Five little girls with battered heads
Eyeing little girls with bad intent
Flowers bloom like gnats in the spring.
Flowers bloom like madness in the spring.
Flowers bloom like maggots in the spring.
Flowers bloom like madness in the spring.
Flowers bloom like members in the spring
Flowers bloom like madness in the spring
Flowers move like magnets in a spring.
Flowers bloom like madness in the spring.
Flying is a pulson
Drying in the cold sun
Greasy fingers striking savage blows
Greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes
He bends to pick a dog a**.
As he bends to pick the dog end.
Leg hurting bad As he bends to pet the dog and He goes down to the park and wants his feed.
Leg hurting bad As he bends to pick a dog-end He goes down to the bog and warms his feet.
Leg hurting bad, as he bends to kick a dog in.
Leg hurting bad, as he bends to pick a dog-end.
Leg hurting bad
As he bends to pet the dog and
He goes down to the park and warms his feet.
Leg hurting bad
As he bends to pick a dog-end
He goes down to the bog and warms his feet.
Neck hurtin' bad, as he bends to pay kuh-Doggie
He goes down to the park and mourns his peace
Leg hurting bad
As he bends to pick a dog-end
He goes down to the bog and warms his feet.
Neck hurting bad
As he bends to pick a dark end
He goes down to the park and warms his feet
Leg hurting bad
As he bends to pick a dog-end
He goes down to the bog and warms his feet
Nectared and fat
As he bends to pick a dog-end,
He goes down to the bar and warms his feet.
Leg hurting bad
As he bends to pick a dog-end,
He goes down to the bog and warms his feet.
Nicotine bat
Leg hurting bad
Nine little girls in satin tents.
Eying little girls with bad intent.
Peeing like a dead duck
Feeling like a dead duck
Pot is smoking out his nose
Lying to my oldest son
Spitting out words like damn & f***
Hey, I am h***.
Snot is running down his nose
Drying in the cold sun
Feeling like a dead duck
Spitting out pieces of his broken luck
Hey, Aqualung!
Shitting on a park bench
Sitting on a park bench
Sitting on a park bench
Eying little girls with padded tits
Sitting on a park bench
Eying little girls with bad intent
Sitting on a park bench
Eyeing little girls with patted t**.
Sitting on a park bench
Eyeing little girls with bad intent.
Sitting on a park bench
Sitting on the pot bitch
Sitting on a pork roast
Sitting on a park bench
Sitting on a red duck.
Feeling like a dead duck.
Sitting on the park bench, five little girls with bad intent
Sitting on the park bench, eyeing little girls with bad intent
Snot is running down his nose
Driving with an old son
Feeling like a dead duck
Spitting out pieces of his broken lung.
Snot is running down his nose
Drying in the cold sun
Feeling like a dead duck
Spitting out pieces of his broken luck.
Socks running down his nose.
Snot running down his nose.
Spitting out pieces of his broken lung.
Spitting out pieces of his broken luck.
Spitting out pieces of his broken lungs!
Spitting out pieces of his broken luck.
Spitting out pieces of his broken lung
Spitting out pieces of his broken luck
Spitting out pieces of his throat and lung.
Spitting out pieces of his broken luck.
Spitting out pieces of his throat and lung
Spitting out pieces of his broken luck
Stop running daddy's nose
Crying in the old suck
Feeling like a bad duck
Spitting out pieces of his broken love.
Snot running down his nose
Drying in the cold sun
Feeling like a dead duck
Spitting out pieces of his broken luck.
Sun's frickin' cold.
Sun streaking cold
Sun-streaken cold
Sun-streaking cold
They still remember December's froggy freeze.
Do you still remember December's foggy freeze?
Throw him a bone
A nd it hits him in the noggin.
Feeling alone
As he bends to pick a dog-end.
Watching as the frilly Paki's run.
Watching as the frilly panties run.
Editor's note: This performer is a band, not the first and last name of a solo artist. Therefore, it should be properly sorted under the letter "J".
Watching as the pretty pansies run.
Watching as the frilly panties run.
Watching as the pretty panties run.
Watching as the frilly panties run.
Watching as the pretty pappies run!
Watching as the frilly panties run!
Watching as the pretty pathies run
Watching as the pretty panties run
When the ice that clings onto your beard
Is screaming at your knees
When the ice that clings onto your beard
Is screaming agony
When the lice clinged to your beard was screaming agony
When the ice that clings onto your beard is screaming agony.
When they heist the thing on to your bed
With screaming agony.
When the ice that clings onto your beard
Is screaming agony.
You poor old sot
You poor old sod
let curtain back as he bends to pet a doggy
leg hurting bad and bends to pick a dog end
"At Last Forever"
I'm just slipping through to the bathroom
I'm just slipping through to the back room
"Baker St. Muse"
Circumcise the culprit's head.
Circumcised with cold print hands.
"Baker St. Muse"
Circumcised the corporate head.
Circumcised with cold print hands.
"Baker St. Muse"
I'll pay the villains mega-well.
I'll pay the bill and make her well.
"Bungle In The Jingle" (MP3)
There's game in the attic
Play, it's a winner.
This game that we animals
Play is a winner.
"Bungle In The Jungle" (MP3)
I'm a tiger and a war dove,
and a snake if I disagree
I'm a tiger when I want love,
and I'm a snake when we disagree
"Bungle In The Jungle" (MP3)
The rivers are full of drunk and down out-skis
The rivers are full of crocodile nasties
"Bungle In The Jungle" (MP3)
The rivers are full of drunk and drowned bass.
The rivers are full of crocodile nasties.
"Bungle In The Jungle" (MP3)
The rivers are full of dumbasses
The rivers are full of crocodile nasties
"Bungle In The Jungle" (MP3)
There's danger in alleys
Ray is the winner.
This game that we animals
Play is a winner.
"Bungle In The Jungle" (MP3)
They're fat and they're lazy
and sleep in green meadows
They're fast but they're lazy
and sleep in green meadows
"Bungle In The Jungle" (MP3)
We'll closet you back to send the children good-nighty.
With claws at your back to send a chill through the night air.
"Bungle In The Jungle" (MP3)
We're close at your back to send the children good night, eh
With claws at your back to send a chill through the night air.
"Bungle In The Jungle" (MP3)
Well let's bungle in her bung hole.
Well let's bungle in the jungle.
"Bungle in the Jungle" (MP3)
By the tiger and the water
I'm a tiger and I want love
"Bungle in the Jungle" (MP3)
I'm a tiger with a warm glove, I'm a snake when we disagree
I'm a tiger when I want love, and I'm a snake when we disagree
"Bungle in the Jungle" (MP3)
Is it so fright me to have me at your shoulder?
Thunder and lightning couldn't be bolder
All right from your tombstone and thank you for dinner
There's game that Rhiannon play is a winner
Is it so frightening to have me at your shoulder?
Thunder and lightning couldn't be bolder
I'll write on your tombstone, I thank you for dinner
This game that we animals play is a winner
"Bungle in the Jungle" (MP3)
Let's bongo in the jungle.
Let's bungle in the jungle.
"Bungle in the Jungle" (MP3)
The rivers are full of drunken dynasties
And He who made kittens put snakes in the grass
The rivers are full of crocodile nasties
And He who made kittens put snakes in the grass
"Bungle in the Jungle" (MP3)
The rivers are full of drunken dynasties
The rivers are full of crocodile nasties
"Bungle in the Jungle" (MP3)
Thunder and lightning
Blood at the border
Thunder and lightning
couldn't be bolder
"Bungle in the Jungle" (MP3)
Walking through forests of hungry apartments
Walking through forests of palm tree apartments
"Bungle in the Jungle" (MP3)
Well let's bungle in the jungle.
Well it's bungle in the jungle.
"BungleIn The Jungle" (MP3)
Down by the waterhore, drunk every Friday
Down by the waterhole, drunk every Friday
Brush away the secret ash
That's falling down your pants
Brush away the cigarette ash
That's falling down your pants
Brush away the secret ash
That's falling down your pants
Brush away the cigarette ash
That's falling down your pants.
She made you pee yes, for your autograph.
She made you tea, asked for your autograph.
Unpleasant platform
Do your soft shoe shuffle dance
Brush away the silk gray ash
That's falling on your pants.
On Preston platform
Do your soft shoe shuffle dance
Brush away the cigarette ash
That's falling down your pants.
And if I just messed up your thought displeasures
And if I just messed up your thoughtless pleasures,
You're missing the point, nature does not need making
You're missing the point I'm sure does not need making
And who would steal the candy
From a loving baby's mom
And who would steal the candy
From a laughing baby's mouth
Laughing in the playground-gets no kiss from little boys
Laughing in the playground-gets no kicks from little boys
Rather make it with electric trains
Would rather make it with a letching grey.
Rubber baby with electric brain.
Would rather make it with a letching grey.
Running naked with a lashing braid.
Would rather make it with a letching grey.
Running naked with electric brains
Would rather make it with a letching grey.
She dines in Hampstead Village
An expense account accrual.
She dines in Hampstead Village
On expense-account gruel.
She dives in Hampstead Village
Then expends a pound of drool.
She dines in Hampstead Village
On expense-account gruel.
She’s the Robin Hood of hockey
She’s the Robin Hood of Highgate
Would rather fake it with electric brains.
Would rather make it with a letching grey.
Would rather make it with a lash and bray.
Would rather make it with a letching grey.
Would rather make it with a lecherous freak.
Would rather make it with a letching grey.
Would rather make it with electric brain.
Would rather make it with a letching gray.
Would rather make it with electric rain
Would rather make it with a letching grey
Would rather make it with electric strings.
Would rather make it with a letching grey.
Would rather make it with electric trains.
Would rather make it with a letching grey.
Lives in a hamster village
And expends a pound of gruel
She dines in Hampstead village
On expense-account gruel.
Rubber baby
Crosseyed mary
She does enhance the village
With expense account cruel.
She dines in Hampstead village
On expense-account gruel.
"For Michael Collins, Jeffrey, and Me" (MP3)
I'm with you lamb
Though it's a shame that it had to be you.
I'm with you LEM
Though it's a shame that it had to be you.
Now you're down to the glue
And there's no work to do
The Tax Man's on his way
Now you're down to the few
And there's no work to do
The tractor's on its way
Whose busy with his bunny games...
Whose busy with his money games...
Too late to stop for tea at your Aunt Rose.
Too late to stop for tea at Gerard's Cross.
"Life Is A Long Song" (MP3)
As the Baker Street train spills your paint all over your new dress
As the Baker Street train spills your pain all over your new dress
"Life Is A Long Song" (MP3)
La fa lay lan san
Life is a long song.
"Life Is A Long Song" (MP3)
Latino's song
Life is a love song.
The name of the song is "Life is a Long Song" not "Life is a Love Song"! Ref. "Jethro Tull 25th - Complete Lyrics" 2nd Edition (1996), pub. by Palmyra, edited by Karl Schramm and Gerald J. Burns. Copyright 1993. ISBN 3-930378-11-6.
"Life Is A Long Song" (MP3)
Life's a lonesome
Life's an ensemble
But the tune ends too soon for a song
Life's a long song
Life's a long song
But the tune ends too soon for us all
"Life Is A Long Song" (MP3)
Love's a long song.
Life is a long song.
"Locomotive Breath" (MP3)
And God, he stole the haddock
God stole the handle
"Locomotive Breath" (MP3)
And the famous watchtower boy's got his tush low down.
And the train, it won't stop going; no way to slow down.
"Locomotive Breath" (MP3)
And the train it wants to go with no way to slow down.
And the train, it won't stop going; no way to slow down.
"Locomotive Breath" (MP3)
And the train it won't stop oh there's no way to slow down
He hears the sirens howling
And the train it won't stop going there's no way to slow down
He hears the silence howling
"Locomotive Breath" (MP3)
Headlong to his debt
Headlong to his death
"Locomotive Breath" (MP3)
I'm gay!
Eahy!
It's in middle of the flute solo.
"Locomotive Breath" (MP3)
Locomotion breath
Locomotive breath
"Locomotive Breath" (MP3)
My boyfriend and my girlfriend
Are in bed and having fun.
His woman and his best friend
Are in bed and having fun.
"Locomotive Breath" (MP3)
No it could slow down
No way to slow down
"Locomotive Breath" (MP3)
No it won’t mow down
No it won’t slow down
"Locomotive Breath" (MP3)
Oh God, it's over Anna
And the train, it won't stop going; no way to slow down.
Charlie stole the handle
And the train, it won't stop going; no way to slow down.
"Locomotive Breath" (MP3)
Oh his intestines scraping
Sweat breaking on his brow
He feels the piston scraping
Steam breaking on his brow
"Locomotive Breath" (MP3)
Pouring down the corridor
Crawling down the corridor
"Locomotive Breath" (MP3)
Though it could slow down.
No way to slow down.
"Locomotive Breath" (MP3)
With the struggling madness of locomotive breasts
or
With the struggling madness of locomotive death
In the shuffling madness of locomotive breath
"Minstrel In The Gallery" (MP3)
And he looked at all the forensics maids.
And he looked at all the friends he'd made.
"Orion"
Step through people who toss paper in their sleep
Stare through at people who toss fitful in their sleep
"Pied Piper"
My four-stroke (Harley-David)son will pick you up.
My four-stroke song will pick you up.
"Ring Out Solstice Bells" (MP3)
Not let the snausages begin
Winter is a glass on the chicken
Seven maids moon seven times
Now to let the granny and the lime
Ring out these bells
Ring out these sausage bells
Ring sauce's bells
Joystick and believe the mistletoe
Fight the holly, open a window
Seven threw his nostrils seven times
Sing the song the bells won't let me chime
Ring out these bells
Ring out these sausage bells
Ring sauce's bells
Ring out (ring out) these sausage bells
Ring out (ring out) the sauce's bells
Take me to the distance is the sun
Dreadful at the still the planet Tron
Seven maids moving seven times
Sing the song the bells don't let me chime
Ring out those bells
Ring out these sausage bells
Ring sauce's bells
Ring on, ring out
Ring on, ring out
Ring on, ring out
Ring on, ring out
Now is the solstice of the year, winter is the glad song that you hear.
Seven maids move in seven time.
Have the lads up ready in a line.
Ring out these bells. Ring out, ring solstice bells.
Ring solstice bells.
Join together beneath the mistletoe
By the holy oak whereon it grows.
Seven druids dance in seven time.
Sing the song the bells call, loudly chiming.
Ring out these bells.
Ring out, ring solstice bells.
Ring solstice bells.
Praise be to the distant sister sun, joyful as the silver planets run.
Seven maids move in seven time.
Sing the song the bells call, loudly chiming.
Ring out those bells.
Ring out, ring solstice bells.
Ring solstice bells.
Ring on, ring out.
Ring on, ring out.
"Rover"
As the robin craves the summer
Dinosaurs are bred.
As the robin craves the summer
To hide his smock of red.
"Skating Away (On the Thin Ice of the New Day)"
Do you ever get the feeling that the stories do their reeling in the present tense?
Do you ever get the feeling that the story's too damn real and in the present tense?
"Skating Away On The Thin Ice Of A New Day"
As you cross the circle line
where the asshole meets behind.
As you cross the circle line
The ice wall creaks behind.
"Skating Away On The Thin Ice Of A New Day"
As you cross the circle line
The a**hole breathes behind.
As you cross the circle line
The ice wall creaks behind.
"Skating Away On The Thin Ice Of A New Day"
As you cross the circle line
Did the a**h*** reach behind?
As you cross the circle line
The ice wall creaks behind.
"Skating Away On The Thin Ice Of The New Day"
'Cause you were bred for humanity
Insult to society.
'Cause you were bred for humanity
And sold to society.
Gonna go to get my gopher, gonna kill away my car.
Gonna lose my way tomorrow, gotta give away my car.
"Songs From The Wood" (MP3)
To heal the wounds and steal the pain
That threatens the gay man again.
To heal the wound and still the pain
That threatens again and again.
"Teacher"
No sense in sitting there healing everyone
No matter I love his castle isn't whole.
No sense in sitting there hating everyone
No man's an island and his castle isn't home.
"Teacher"
Sometimes, drinking had him lying there in bed
Suntanned, drink in hand, lying there in bed
"Teacher"
The dawn was coming
I heard him ringing on my beard.
The dawn was coming
Heard him ringing on my bell.
"Teacher"
When the damn was coming
I heard him ringing on my bell.
Well, the dawn was coming
Heard him ringing on my bell.
I've got you all as victims now.
I'll judge you all and make damn sure.
Ike budged your more and wake up damsel poor.
I'll judge you all and make damn sure.
Then you shave your head and say, 'It's a shame.'
Then you shake your head and say 'It's a shame.'
Budweiser don't know how it feels
Your wise men don't know how it feels
My word's got a whisker your death is a shout
My word's but a whisper your deafness a shout
Say it’s the same
Say it’s a shame
The tribal destruction
The tidal destruction
Your sperm’s in the butter
Your sperm’s in the gutter
"To Cry You A Song" (MP3)
It's been a long time, since shaking my way.
Well I'm a black bird, I've got changes to make.
It's been a long time; still shaking my wings.
Well I'm a glad bird; I've got changes to ring.
"To Cry You A Song" (MP3)
Rattling obscenities and taking too long
Rattling of safety chain taking too long
"Too Young to Rock and Roll"
Try out vaudeville
Triumph Bonneville
With the references to Harley-Davidson, sparkplugs and sports cars, vaudeville made no sense in connnection to the rest of the song.