Sitting on a park bench
Eyeing little girls with bad intent
Snots 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 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
December's foggy freeze?
When the ice that clings onto your beard
It was screaming agony
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-oh
Feeling alone, the army's 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
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Aqualung, my friend, don't you start away uneasy
You poor old sod, you see, it's only me
Sitting on a park bench
Eyeing little girls with bad intent
Snots 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
Whoa, Aqualung
