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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