Eww Jethro Tull.
Eww? Well, ok, admittedly some of the lyrics are a bit creepy...
Sitting on the park bench
Eyeing little girls with bad intent
Snot is 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