Sitting on the park bench
Eyeing little girls with bad intent
Yeah-eah
Ah
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 hurtin' 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 you start away uneasy
You poor old sod, you see, it's only me
Yeah
Eyeing little girls with bad intent
Yeah-eah
Ah
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 hurtin' 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 you start away uneasy
You poor old sod, you see, it's only me
Yeah
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