Текст песни Jethro Tull -  One white duck   
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A one, two, three. 
There`s a haze on the skyline, to wish me on my way - 
And there`s a note on the telephone - some roses on a tray. 
And the motorway`s stretching right out to us all, as I pull on my old 
wings - One White Duck on your wall. 
Isn`t it just too damn real? One White Duck on your wall. 
One Duck on your wall. 
 
I`ll catch a ride on your violin - strung upon your bow. 
And I`ll float on your melody - sing your chorus soft and low. 
There`s a picture-view postcard to say that I called. 
You can see from the fireplace, One White Duck on your wall. 
Isn`t it just too damn real? One White Duck on your wall. 
One Duck on your wall. 
 
So fly away Peter and fly away Paul - from the finger-tip ledge of 
contentment. 
The long restless rustle of high heel boots calls. 
And I`m probably bound to deceive you after all. 
Something must be wrong with me and my brain - if I`m so patently 
unrewarding. 
But my dreams are for dreaming and best left that way - and my zero to your 
power of ten equals nothing at all. 
 
There`s no double-lock defense; there`s no chain on my door. 
And I`m available for consultation, 
But remember your way in is also my way out, and love`s four-letter word is 
no compensation. 
 
Well, I`m the Black Ace dog handler: I`m a waiter on skates - so don`t you 
jump to your foreskin conclusion - 
Because I`m up to my deaf ears in cold breakfast trays - 
To be cleared before I can dine on your sweet Sunday lunch confusion.