Bb
Sitting on a park bench,
C
D
eyeing little girls with bad intent
Bb
Snot is running down his nose,
C
D
greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes,
Bb
Drying in the cold sun,
C
D
watching as the frilly panties run,
Bb
Feeling like a dead duck,
C
D
spitting out pieces of his broken luck,
Em
D
Sun streaking cold,
A
an old man wondering lonely,
Am
taking time
Em
D
Dsus2
D
the only way he knows
Em
D
Leg hurting bad,
A
as he bends to pick a dog-end,
Am
Em
he goes down to the bog
D
Dsus2
D
and warms his feet
Em
D
Feeling alone,
A
the army’s up the road,
Am
Em
salvation al-a-mode and
D
Dsus2
D
a cup of tea
Em
D
Aqualung my friend,
A
don’t you start away uneasy,
Am
Em
D
Dsus2
D
you poor old sod you see it’s only me
Em
D
Do you still remember,
Em
December’s foggy freeze?
Em
When the ice that
D
clings on to your beard, was
Em
screaming agony
Em
D
And you snatch your rattling last breathes,
A
with deep-sea-diver-sounds
Am
And the flowers bloomed like
Em
D
Dsus2
D
madness in the spring
Em
D
Sun streaking cold,
A
an old man wondering lonely,
Am
taking time
Em
D
Dsus2
D
the only way he knows
Em
D
Leg hurting bad,
A
as he bends to pick a dog end,
Am
Em
he goes down to the bog
D
Dsus2
D
and warms his feet
Em
D
Feeling alone,
A
the army’s up the road,
Am
Em
salvation al-a-mode and
D
Dsus2
D
a cup of tea
Em
D
Aqualung my friend,
A
don’t you start away uneasy,
Am
Em
D
you poor old sod you see it’s only me
Bb
Sitting on a park bench,
C
D
eyeing little girls with bad intent
Bb
Snot is running down his nose,
C
D
greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes,
Bb
C
Drying in the cold sun,
D
watching as the frilly panties run,
Bb
Feeling like a dead duck,
C
D
spitting out pieces of his broken luck,