Released on March 19, 1971

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[Verse 1]

Sitting on a park bench

Eying little girls with bad intent

Snot running down his nose

Greasy fingers smearing shabby clo-othes

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


[Verse 2]

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

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


[Verse 3]

Do you still remember

December’s foggy freeze?

When the ice that clings on to 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


[Verse 2]

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-oh

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

Me-ee-ee

O-o-oh, oh-oh


[Guitar Solo]


[Verse 4]

Dee-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, mmm)


[Verse 1]

Sitting on a park bench

Eying little girls with bad intent

Snot running down his nose

Greasy fingers smearing shabby clo-othes

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


[Outro]

Ow!

Whoa, Aqualung