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

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

Do you still remember December's foggy freeze
When the ice that clings onto your beard was screaming agony
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

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

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
Hey Aqualung