Aqualung

Sitting on a park bench
Eyeing idle girls with bad intent
Snot running down his nose
Greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes
Aqualung my friend, don't you start away uneasy
Drying in the cold sun
Watching as the frilly panties run
Aqualung my friend
Feeling like a dead duck
Spitting out pieces of his broken luck
Aqualung my friend, don't you start away uneasy.

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 road
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 was
Screaming agony
And you snatch your rattling last breaths
With deep-sea-diver sounds
And the flowers bloom like
Madness in the spring.

Sun streaming 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.

Ohohoho

Feeling alone
The army's up the road
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.