Sittin' on the park bench Hidin' little girls with battened hands Snots running down his nose Greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes Hey Aqualung Drying in the cold sun Watching as the pretty piggies run Hey Aqualung Feeling like a dead duck Spitting out pieces of his broken love Oh Aqualung Sun's streaking cold An old man wandering lonely Taking time, the only way to paint this Black curtain bat As it bends to pick a dark end It goes down to the park And warms his feet Feeling alone The army's up a route Salvation at a moat 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 A December's foggy freeze When they iced the king's arm to your beard It was screaming agony Hey You snatch a rat to make last breaths With deep sea diver sounds And the flowers bloom like madness in the spring Sun's streaking cold An old man wandering lonely Taking time, the only way to paint this Black curtain bat As it bends to pick a dark end It goes down to the park And warms his feet Feeling alone The army's up a route Salvation at a moat And a cup of tea Aqualung my friend Don't you start away uneasy You poor old sod You see it's only me You poor old sod You see it's only me 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 the park bench Five little girls with bad intent Snot running down his nose Greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes Aqualung Drying in the cold sun Watching as the frilly paddies run Aqualung Feeling like a dead duck Spitting out pieces of his broken luck Aqualung Aqualung