Lyrics:

Sitting On The Park Bench
eyeing Little Girls With Bad Intent
yeah-Eah
ah

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 Hurtin' 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
yeah

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
leg Hurting Bad
as He Bends To Pick A Dog-End
he Goes Down To The Bog And Warms His Feet
oh-Oh-Oh

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
oh-Oh-Oh

dee Dee Dee Dee
dee Dee Dee Dee Dee Dee
dee Dee Dee Dee 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, Yeah
hmm

sitting On The Park Bench
eyeing Little Girls With Bad Intent, Yeah

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
ow!

whoa, Aqualung