Posted by Bob Radil on August 14, 2026 at 15:18:36:
Start practicing!
Good luck!
[Verse 1]
Sitting on a park bench
Eying 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
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