(Gm)Sit ting on a park bench,

eye (Eb)ing lit tle girls with (F)bad in tent,

(Gm)snot is run ning down his nose,

(Eb)greas y fin gers smear ing (F)shab by clothes.

Hey, (Eb)Aq ua lung.

(Gm)Dry ing in the cold sun,

watch (Eb)ing as the frill y (F)pant ies run.

Hey, (Eb)Aq ua lung.

(Gm)Feel ing like a dead duck,

spit (Eb)ting out piec es of his (F)bro ken luck.

Oh, (Eb)Aq ua lung.

Sun streak ing (F)cold,

an old man wan d’ring (C)lone ly,

sal tak ing time the (Gm)on ly way cup he (F)knows.

Legs ua hurt ing (F)bad

as he bends to pick a (C)dog end.

He (Cm)goes down to the (Gm)bog and warms his (F)feet.

Feel ing a (F)lone,

the ar my’s up the (C)road, ly,

sal va tion a la (Gm)mode and a cup of (F)tea.

Aq ua lung, my (F)friend,

don’t you start a way un (C)eas y.

You (Cm)poor old sod, you (Gm)see it’s on ly (F)me.

Do you still re mem (F)ber De cem ber’s fog gy freeze

when the ice that clings on to (F)your beard was scream ing ag o ny?

And you snatch your rat tling (F)last breaths with deep sea div er (Gm)sounds

and the (Cm)flow ers bloom like mad ness in the (F)spring.

Oh,

Aq ua (F)lung.