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 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.
Do you still remember
December's foggy freeze
when the ice that clings
on to your beard
with 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 you start away uneasy
you poor old sod, you see, it's only me
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.
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 oh
Aqualung.