Aqualung

Sitting on the 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 just 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 was screaming agony, hey

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 road

Salvation à la mode and a cup of tea

Aqualung, my friend

Don't just start away uneasy

You poor old sod, you see, it's only me

Aqualung, my friend

Don't just start away uneasy

You poor old sod, you see, it's only me

Sitting on the 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

Whoa, Aqualung