Aqualung
Hey, sitting on the park bench
Eyeing little girls with bad intent
Snot running down his nose, yeah
Greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes - whoa, 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
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
Well, he goes down to the bog and warms his feet
Feeling alone, the army's up the road
Salvation ? la mode and a cup of tea
Aqualung, my friend, don't 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 on to your beard 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, whoa-o-o, whoa-o-o
Feeling alone, the army's up the road
Salvation ? la mode and a cup of tea
Aqualung, my friend, don't start away uneasy
Oh, you poor old sod, you see, it's only me, whoa-o-o, whoa-o-o
Aqualung, my friend, don't start away uneasy
Oh, you poor old sod, you see, it's only me
Ah, you know it?s only me, hey
Hey, sitting on the park bench
Eyeing the little girls with bad intent
Snot running down his nose, yeah
Greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes - oh, Aqualung
He?s drying in the cold sun, yeah
Watching as the frilly panties run - whoa, Aqualung
Well, feeling like a dead duck
Spitting out pieces of his broken luck - hey, Aqualung
Whoa-o-o, Aqualung
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