Sitting on a park bench
Eying little girls with bad intent
Snot's running down his nose
Greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes, hey, AqualungDrying 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, AqualungSun 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 feetFeeling 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 meDo you still remember
December's foggy freeze
When the ice that clings on to your beard
It was screaming agonyHey and you snatch your rattling last breaths
With deep-sea diver sounds
And the flowers bloom like
Madness in the springSun 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 feetFeeling 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 meAqualung my friend don't you start away uneasy
You poor old sod, you see it's only meSitting on a park bench
Eying up little girls with bad intent
Snots running down his nose
Greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes, hey AqualungDrying 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 AqualungOh Aqualung