"Aqualung"
music by Ian Anderson; lyrics by Jennie Anderson and Ian Anderson

Aqualung (1971), 'M.U.': The Best of Jethro Tull (1976), Live: Bursting Out (1978), A Classic Case(1985), Original Masters (1985), 20 Years of Jethro Tull: III. The Essential Tull (1988), 25th Anniversary Boxed Set: The Beacons Bottom Tapes (1993), The Best of Jethro Tull: The Anniversary Collection (1993), Aqualung 25th Anniversary Special Edition (1996), 36 Greatest Hits (1998), The Very Best of Jethro Tull (2001), Living With The Past (2002), The Essential Jethro Tull (2003), Live: Bursting Out (remaster) (2004), 'A' (remaster) (2004), Aqualung Live (2005), Ian Anderson Plays The Orchestral Jethro Tull (2005)

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 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
And the flowers bloom
Like madness in the spring

"Cross-Eyed Mary"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

Aqualung (1971), Repeat: The Best of Jethro Tull (1977), Live: Bursting Out (1978), 25th Anniversary Boxed Set: Remixed Classic Songs (1993), The Best of Jethro Tull: The Anniversary Collection (1993), Aqualung 25th Anniversary Special Edition (1996), Live At The BBC (1998), 36 Greatest Hits (1998), Live: Bursting Out (remaster) (2004), Aqualung Live (2005)

Who would be a poor man, a beggarman
A thief, if he had a rich man in his hand
And who would steal the candy
From a laughing baby's mouth
If he could take it from the money man
Cross-eyed Mary goes jumping in again
She signs no contract
But she always plays the game
Dines in Hampstead village
On expense accounted gruel
And the jack-knife barber
Drops her off at school
Laughing in the playground
Gets no kicks from little boys
Would rather make it with a letching grey
Or maybe her attention is drawn by Aqualung
Who watches through the railings as they play
Cross-eyed Mary finds it hard to get along
She's a poor man's rich girl
And she'll do it for a song
She's a rich man stealer
But her favour's good and strong
She's the Robin Hood of Highgate
Helps the poor man get along

"Cheap Day Return"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

Aqualung (1971), 20 Years of Jethro Tull: II. Flawed Gems (Dusted Down) and The Other Sides of Tull (1988), Aqualung 25th Anniversary Special Edition (1996), Living With The Past (2002), Aqualung Live (2005), Ian Anderson Plays The Orchestral Jethro Tull (2005), The Best of Acoustic Jethro Tull (2007)

On Preston platform do your soft shoe shuffle dance
Brush away the cigarette ash
That's falling down your pants
And you sadly wonder does the nurse
Treat your old man the way she should
She made you tea
Asked for your autograph, what a laugh

"Mother Goose"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

Aqualung (1971), The Best of Jethro Tull: The Anniversary Collection (1993), Aqualung 25th Anniversary Special Edition (1996), Living With The Past (2002), Aqualung Live (2005), Ian Anderson Plays The Orchestral Jethro Tull (2005), The Best of Acoustic Jethro Tull (2007)

As I did walk by Hampstead Fair
I came upon Mother Goose
So I turned her loose, she was screaming
And a foreign student said to me
Was it really true there are elephants
And lions too in Piccadilly Circus?
Walked down by the bathing pond
To try and catch some sun
Saw at least a hundred schoolgirls
Sobbing into hankerchiefs as one
I don't believe they knew I was a schoolboy
And a bearded lady said to me
If you start your raving
And your misbehaving, you'll be sorry
Then the chicken-fancier came to play
With his long red beard
(And his sister's weird, she drives a lorry)
Laughed down by the putting green
I popped `em in their holes
Four and twenty labourers were labouring
Digging up their gold
I don't believe they knew
That I was Long John Silver
Saw Johnny Scarecrow make his rounds
In his jet-black mac (which he won't give back)
Stole it from a snow man

"Wond'ring Aloud"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

Aqualung (1971), 20 Years of Jethro Tull: II. Flawed Gems (Dusted Down) and The Other Sides Of Tull (1988), Aqualung 25th Anniversary Special Edition (1996), Living With The Past (2002), Aqualung Live (2005), Ian Anderson Plays The Orchestral Jethro Tull (2005), The Best of Acoustic Jethro Tull (2007)

Wond'ring aloud how we feel today
Last night sipped the sunset
My hands in her hair
We are our own saviours
As we start both our hearts
Beating life into each other
Wond'ring aloud will the years treat us well
As she floats in the kitchen
I'm tasting the smell of toast as the butter runs
Then she comes, spilling crumbs on the bed
And I shake my head
And it's only the giving
That makes you what you are

"Up To Me"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

Aqualung (1971), Aqualung 25th Anniversary Special Edition (1996), Aqualung Live (2005)

Take you to the cinema
And leave you in a Wimpy Bar
You tell me that we've gone to far
Come running up to me
Make the scene at Cousin Jack's
Leave him put the bottles back
Mends his glasses that I cracked
Well that one's up to me
Buy a silver cloud to ride
Pack the tennis club inside
Trouser cuffs hung far too wide
Well it was up to me
Tyres down on your bicicle
Your nose feels like an icicle
The yellow fingered smoky girl
Is looking up to me
Well I'm a common working man
With a half of bitter bread and jam
And if it pleases me I'll put one on you man
When the copper fades away
The rainy season comes to pass
The day-glo pirate sinks at last
And if I laughed a bit to fast
Well it was up to me

"My God"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

Aqualung (1971), 25th Anniversary Boxed Set: Carnegie Hall Live, New York City 1970 and The Beacons Bottom Tapes (1993), Aqualung 25th Anniversary Special Edition (1996), Nothing Is Easy: Live At The Isle of Wight 1970 (2004), Aqualung Live (2005), Ian Anderson Plays The Orchestral Jethro Tull (2005)

People, what have you done
Locked Him in His golden cage
Made Him bend to your religion
Him resurrected from the grave
He is the god of nothing
If that's all that you can see
You are the god of everything
He's inside you and me
So lean upon Him gently
And don't call on Him to save
You from your social graces
And the sins you used to waive
The bloody Church of England
In chains of history
Requests your earthly presence
At the vicarage for tea
And the graven image you-know-who
With His plastic crucifix, he's got him fixed
Confuses me as to who and where and why
As to how he gets his kicks
Confessing to the endless sin
The endless whining sounds
You'll be praying till next Thursday
To all the gods that you can count

"Hymn 43"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

Aqualung (1971), Living In The Past (1972), Aqualung 25th Anniversary Special Edition (1996), 36 Greatest Hits (1998), Aqualung Live (2005)

Oh father high in heaven
Smile down upon your son
Whose busy with his money games
His women and his gun
Oh Jesus save me!
And the unsung Western hero
Killed an Indian or three
And made his name in Hollywood
To set the white man free
Oh Jesus save me!
If Jesus saves, well
He'd better save Himself
From the gory glory seekers
Who use His name in death
Oh Jesus save me!
I saw him in the city
And on the mountains of the moon
His cross was rather bloody
He could hardly roll His stone
Oh Jesus save me!

"Slipstream"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

Aqualung (1971), Aqualung 25th Anniversary Special Edition (1996), Aqualung Live (2005)

Well the lush separation unfolds
You and the products of wealth
Push you along on the bow
Wave of the spiritless undying selves
And you press on God's waiter your last dime
As he hands you the bill
And you spin in the slipstream
Timeless, unreasoning
Paddle right out of the mess

"Locomotive Breath"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

Aqualung (1971), 'M.U.': The Best of Jethro Tull (1976), Live: Bursting Out (1978), Original Masters (1985), A Classic Case (1985), 20 Years of Jethro Tull: III. The Essential Tull (1988), Live At Hammersmith '84 (1990), A Little Light Music (1992), 25th Anniversary Boxed Set: Potpourri - Live Across The World and Through The Years (1993), The Best of Jethro Tull: The Anniversary Collection (1993), Aqualung 25th Anniversary Special Edition (1996), 36 Greatest Hits (1998), The Very Best of Jethro Tull (2001), Living With The Past (2002), The Essential Jethro Tull (2003), Live: Bursting Out (remaster) (2004), 'A' (remaster) (2004), Aqualung Live (2005), Ian Anderson Plays The Orchestral Jethro Tull (2005)

In the shuffling madess
Of the locomotive breath
Runs the all-time loser, headlong to his death
He feels the piston scraping
Steam breaking on his brow
Old Charlie stole the handle
And the train won't stop going
No way to slow down
He sees his children jumping off
At the stations, one by one
His woman and his best friend
In bed and having fun
He's crawling down the corridor
On his hands and knees
Old Charlie stole the handle
And the train won't stop going
No way to slow down
He hears the silence howling
Catches angels as they fall
And the all-time winner
Has got him by the balls
He picks up Gideons Bible, open at page one
Old Charlie stole the handle
And the train won't stop going
No way to slow down

"Wind-Up"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

Aqualung (1971), 25th Anniversary Boxed Set: Potpourri - Live Across The World and Through The Years (1993), Aqualung 25th Anniversary Special Edition (1996), Aqualung Live (2005)

When I was young
And they packed me off to school
Aand taught me how not to play the game
I didn't mind if they groomed me for success
Or if they said that I was a fool
So I left there in the morning
With their God tucked underneath my arm
Their half-assed smiles and the book of rules
So I asked this God a question
And by way of firm reply
He said 'I'm not the kind
You have to wind up on Sundays'
So to my old headmaster
(And to anyone who cares)
Before I'm through I'd like to say my prayers
I don't believe you
You had the whole damn thing all wrong
He's not the kind
You have to wind up on Sundays
Well you can excomunicate me
On my way to Sunday school
And have all the bishops
Harmonize these lines
How do you dare tell me
That I'm my Father's son
When that was just an accident of Birth
I'd rather look around me
Compose a better song
`Cos that's the honest measure of my worth
In your pomp and all your glory
You're a poorer man than me
As you lick the boots of death born out of fear
I don't believe you
You had the whole damn thing all wrong
He's not the kind
You have to wind up on Sundays