Sitting on the porch, I live girls with bad intentions,
snots running down his nose, greasy fingers, mirrored, shabby clothes,
hey aqua love, crying in the cold sun, watching as the pretty pack is run,
hey aqua love, feeling like a dead duck, spitting out pieces of his broken love,
oh aqua love.
Sun streaking cold, an old man wandering lonely, taking time with the only way he does,
their curtain bed as it bends to pick a dark end, it goes down to the bark and warms his feet.
Feeling alone, the army's off the road, soliton and a mug and a cup of tea.
Aqua love my friend, don't just start away, I'm easy, your poor old son, you see it's only me.
You still remember, a December's foggy freeze, when they iced the kings on to your bed, it was screaming agony.
Hey, you snatch your rattling glass breads with deep sea diver sounds, and the flowers bloom like man's in the spring cleaning.
Sun streaking cold, an old man wandering lonely, taking time with the only way he does,
their curtain bed as it bends to pick a dark end, it goes down to the bark and warms his feet.
Feeling alone, the army's off the road, soliton and a mug and a cup of tea.
Aqua love my friend, don't just start away, I'm easy, your poor old son, you see it's only me.
I'm easy, your poor old son, you see it's only me.
I'm easy, your poor old son, you see it's only me.
I'm easy, your poor old son, you see it's only me.
Aqua love my friend, don't just start away, I'm easy, your poor old son, you see it's only me.
I'm easy, your poor old son, you see it's only me.
Sitting on a park bench, I build girls with bad intent, shots running down his nose,
greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes, hey Aqualung, drying in the cold sun,
watching as the frilly pad is run, hey Aqualung, feeling like a dead duck,
spitting out faces of his broken luck, hey Aqualung.
Oh, Aqualung.
