Sitting on a park bench   Eying up little girls with bad intent   Snots 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 a bog and warms his feet      Feeling alone, the army's up the road   Salvation a 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      Do you still remember   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 a bog and warms his feet      Feeling alone, the army's up the road   Salvation a 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      Aqualung my friend don't you start away uneasy   You poor old sod, you see it's only me      Sitting on a park bench   Eying up little girls with bad intent   Snots 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      Oh Aqualung