Aqualung lyrics

Sitting on a park bench,
Eyeing little girls with bad intent.
Snot's 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.
Woah, 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 rode.
Salvation a la mode
And a cup of tea.
Aqualung, my friend
Don't you start away uneasy.
You poor old sot,
You see it's only me.

Do you still remember
A December's foggy freeze?
When the ice that clings on to your beard
It 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 rode.
Salvation a la mode
And a cup of tea.
Aqualung, my friend
Don't you start away uneasy.
You poor old sot,
You see it's only me.
(Meee...)
(Woah-oh-oh...)

--- Guitar Break ---

Aqualung, my friend
Don't you start away uneasy.
You poor old sot,
You see it's only me.

Sitting on a park bench,
Eyeing little girls with bad intent.
Snot's 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.

Woah-oh-oh, Aqualung...