Sitting on the park bench
Eyeing little girls with bad intent
Yeah-eah
Ah.
Snot running down his nose
Greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes
Hey, Aqualung.
Drying in the cold sun
Watching as the frilly panties run
Hey, Aqualung.
Feeling like a dead duck
Spitting out pieces of his broken luck
Oh, Aqualung.
Sun streaking cold
An old man wandering lonely
Taking time the only way he knows
Leg hurtin' 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 road
Salvation à la mode and a cup of tea
Aqualung, my friend
Don't you start away uneasy
You poor old sod, you see, it's only me
Yeah.
Do you still remember
December's foggy freeze?
When the ice that clings onto your beard
Was screaming agony? Hey!
And you snatch your rattling last breaths
With deep-sea diver sounds
And the flowers bloom like
Madness in the spring.
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
Oh-oh-oh.
Feeling alone
The army's up the road
Salvation à la mode and a cup of tea
Aqualung, my friend
Don't you start away uneasy
You poor old sod, you see, it's only me
Me
Oh-oh-oh.
Dee dee dee dee
Dee dee dee dee dee dee
Dee dee dee dee dee dee
Dee dee dee dee.
Aqualung, my friend
Don't you start away uneasy
You poor old sod, you see, it's only me, yeah
Hmm.
Sitting on the park bench
Eyeing little girls with bad intent, yeah.
Snot running down his nose
Greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes
Hey, Aqualung.
Drying in the cold sun
Watching as the frilly panties run
Hey, Aqualung.
Feeling like a dead duck
Spitting out pieces of his broken luck
Hey, Aqualung
Ow!
Whoa, Aqualung.
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