Lyrics Aqualung - Acoustic - Liquid Blue

Sun-streakin' cold, an old man wanderin' 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

Feelin' 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

Do you still remember December's foggy freeze
When the ice that clings on to your beard was screamin' agony?
And you snatch your rattling last breaths with deep-sea diver sound
And the flowers bloom like madness in the spring

Sun-streakin' cold, an old man wanderin' 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, ooh-ooh, oh-oh-oh

Feelin' 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, whoa-oh-oh

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

Sittin' on a park bench
Eyeing little girls with bad intent
Snot's 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
Whoa, Aqualung