ฟังเพลงAqualung

Aqualung - Ian Anderson

Sitting on a park bench

Sun streaking cold

An old man wandering lonely

Taking time

The only way he knows

Sitting on a park bench

Eying little girls

With bad intent

Snot running down his nose

Greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes

Drying in the cold sun

Watching as the frilly panties run

Feeling like a dead duck

Spitting out pieces of his broken luck

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

Goes down to a bog to

Warm his feet

Feeling alone

The army's up the rode

Salvation a la mode and

A cup of tea

Aqualung my friend

Don't start away uneasy

You poor old sod

You see it's only me

It's only me