Lyrics
Sitting on a park bench
Eyeing little girls with bad intent
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 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 à 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 is
Screaming agony
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
Feeling alone
The army's up the rode
Salvation à 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
Dee 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 start away uneasy
You poor old sod, you see, it's only me
Sitting on a park bench
Eyeing little girls with bad intent
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
Oh, oh, oh, Aqualung
