Aqualung

(Am)Sitting on a park bench,

(F)eyeing little girls with (G)bad intent.

(Am)Snot is running down his nose,

(F)greasy fingers smearing (G)shabby clothes.

(F)(Ab)Hey, Aqualung.

(Am)Drying in the cold sun,

(F)watching as the frilly (G)panties run.

(F)(Ab)Hey, Aqualung.

(Am)Feeling like a dead duck,

(F)spitting out pieces of his (G)broken luck.

(F)(Ab)Oh, Aqualung.

(Am)Sun streaking (G)cold,

an old man wand'ring (D)lonely,

(Dm7)Sal taking time the (Am)only way cup he (G)knows.

(Am)Legs qua hurting (G)bad

as he bends to pick a (D)dogend.

He (Dm7)goes down to the (Am)bog and warms his (G)feet.

(Am)Feeling (G)alone, the army's up the (D)road.

ly, (Dm7)Salvation à la (Am)mode and a cup of (G)tea.

(Am)Aqualung, my (G)friend,

don't you start away (D)uneasy.

You (Dm7)poor old sod, you (Am)see it's only (G)me.

(Am)Do you still (G)remember

December's foggy (Am)freeze when the ice that clings (G)onto your beard was screaming (Am)agony?

And you snatch your rattling (G)last breaths with deep sea diver (Am)sounds and the (Dm)flowers bloom like madness in the (G)spring.

(Eb)Oh,

(F)(G)Aqualung.