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Aqualung (1971)
Aqualung
Sitting on a park bench, eyeing little girls with bad intent
Snot 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 ? 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
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, me, whoa-o-o
Aqualung, my friend, don't start away uneasy
You poor old sod, you see, it's only me, yeah
Sitting on a park bench, eyeing little girls with bad intent
Snot 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-o-o, Aqualung
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