Letras
Sitting on the park bench,
Eyeing little girls,
With bad intent.
Snot is 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
Sunstreaking 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 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 onto your beard is clinging agony?
And you snatch your rattling last breaths with deep sea diver sounds?
And the flowers bloom like madness in the spring.
Sunstreaking 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 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
Dee-dee-dee, dee-dee-dee
Aqualung my friend, don't you start away uneasy?
You poor old sod, you see it's only me.
Sitting on the park bench,
Eyeing little girls,
With bad intent.
Snot is 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.