Track : Aqualung
Artist : The Elves
Album : Live at the Beacon
Aqualung by The Elves from album Live at the Beacon
Duration : 0 minutes & 0 seconds.
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Sitting on a park bench
Eyeing little girls with bad intent
Snot 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
Sun streaking cold an old man wandering lonely
Taking time the only way he knows
Neck hurting bad as he bends to pick a dog end
He goes down to the bog and warms his feet
Feeling 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 onto your beard was screaming agony
And you snatch your rattling last breaths with deep sea diver sounds
And the flowers bloom like madness in the spring
Sun streaking cold an old man wandering lonely
Taking time the only way he knows
Neck hurting bad as he bends to pick a dog end
He goes down to the bog and warms his feet
Feeling 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
Aqualung my friend don't you start away uneasy
You poor old sod you see it's only me
Sitting on a park bench
Eyeing little girls with bad intent
Snot 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
Hey Aqualung
