Sitting on a park bench, eyeing little girls with bad intent
Snot is 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 wondering 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 armies up the road
Salvation a-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
Do you still remember, Decembers foggy freeze?
When the ice that clings on to your beard, was screaming agony
And you snatch your rattling last breathes with deep-sea-diver-sounds
And the flowers bloomed like madness in the spring
Sun streaking cold, an old man wondering 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 armies up the road
Salvation a-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
Guitar solo
Sitting on a park bench, eyeing little girls with bad intent
Snot is 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
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