Aqualung

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