Sitting on a park bench
Drying in the cold sun
Hey and you snatch your rattling last breaths
Do you still remember
Feeling alone, the army's up the road
Feeling like a dead duck
Songwriter: Ian Anderson
Snots running down his nose
Oh Aqualung
Aqualung, my friend, don't you start away uneasy
And the flowers bloom like
Drying in the cold sun
Sitting on a park bench
You poor old sod, you see it's only me
He goes down to a bog and warms his feet
You poor old sod, you see it's only me
Salvation a la mode and a cup of tea
It was screaming agony
Greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes, hey Aqualung
Watching as the frilly panties run, hey, Aqualung
You poor old sod, you see it's only me
He goes down to a bog and warms his feet
Salvation a la mode and a cup of tea
Eying up little girls with bad intent
Watching as the frilly panties run, hey Aqualung
Leg hurting bad as he bends to pick a dog end
Taking time, the only way he knows
Taking time, the only way he knows
When the ice that clings on to your beard
Spitting out pieces of his broken luck, oh, Aqualung
Greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes, hey, Aqualung
With deep-sea diver sounds
Feeling like a dead duck
Publisher: CHRYSALIS MUSIC
Feeling alone, the army's up the road
Eying up little girls with bad intent
Aqualung my friend don't you start away uneasy
Madness in the spring
December's foggy freeze
Leg hurting bad as he bends to pick a dog end
Snots running down his nose
Spitting out pieces of his broken luck, hey Aqualung
Sun streaking cold, an old man wandering lonely
Aqualung my friend don't you start away uneasy
Sun streaking cold, an old man wandering lonely