Aqualung (Remastered)

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
Whoa, Aqualung!

Sun streaking cold
An old man wandering lonely
Taking time
The only way he knows

Neck 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 à 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 me, yea

Do you still remember
December's foggy freeze
When the ice that
Clings onto 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

Neck hurting bad
As he bends to pick a dog-end
He goes down to the bog
And warms his feet, ooo

Feeling alone
The army's up the road
Salvation à 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 me
Me, o-o-o-o

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

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, Aqualung!



Credits
Writer(s): Ian Scott Anderson, Jenny Anderson
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