Capo 4
v.1
^EmSitting on a park bench,^Bb--C eyeing little girls with ^Dbad intent^Bb--C-B
EmSnot running down his nose,^Bb--C greasy fingers ^Dsmearing shabby clothes,^Bb
CHey 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, oh Aqualung

Refrain I:
^EmSun streaking ^Dcold, an old man wandering ^Alonely
^AmTaking time the ^Emonly way he ^Dknows
^EmLeg hurting ^Dbad, as he bends to pick a ^Adog-end
He ^Amgoes down to the ^Embog and warms his ^Dfeet

Feeling alone, the army's up the road
Salvation ala 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

Refrain II:
^EmDo you still remem^Dber December's foggy freeze^Em
EmWhen the ice that clings onto ^Dyour beard is screaming agony ^Emhey!
^EmAnd you snatch your rattling last ^Dbreath with deep-sea diver ^Emsounds
And the ^Cflowers bloom like ^Ammadness in the ^Dspring

Rpt. Ref. I
Em--D--D--A--Am--Em--C
Em--C--D--Em
Instr. Brk.

Dee-de-de-dee...
Aqualung my friend, don't you start away uneasy
You poor old sod, you see it's only me

Rpt v.1
Woh-oh-oh-oh... Aqualung...