[00:00.00] 作词 : Anderson, Anderson
[00:08.97] Sitting on a park bench
[00:12.80] eyeing little girls with bad intent.
[00:22.55] Snot running down his nose
[00:26.43] greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes, Aqualung.
[00:36.16] Drying in the cold sun
[00:39.95] Watching as the frilly panties run, Aqualung.
[00:49.67] Feeling like a dead duck
[00:53.62] spitting out pieces of his broken luck, oh Aqualung.
[01:04.34] Sun streaking cold
[01:07.39] an old man wandering lonely.
[01:11.65] Taking time
[01:13.06] the only way he knows.
[01:19.76] Leg hurting bad,
[01:22.72] as he bends to pick a dog-end
[01:26.86] he goes down to the bog
[01:29.55] and warms his feet.
[01:39.85] Feeling alone
[01:42.65] the army's up the rode
[01:46.82] salvation � la mode and
[01:49.97] a cup of tea.
[01:55.33] Aqualung my friend
[01:58.26] don't you start away uneasy
[02:02.40] you poor old sod, you see, it's only me.
[02:14.71] Do you still remember
[02:16.67] December's foggy freeze
[02:19.24] when the ice that
[02:20.16] clings on to your beard is
[02:22.17] screaming agony.
[02:24.50] And you snatch your rattling last breaths
[02:27.04] with deep-sea-diver sounds,
[02:29.52] and the flowers bloom like
[02:31.25] madness in the spring.
[02:38.45] Sun streaking cold
[02:40.55] an old man wandering lonely.
[02:43.34] Taking time
[02:44.52] the only way he knows.
[02:48.75] Leg hurting bad,
[02:50.97] as he bends to pick a dog-end
[02:53.80] he goes down to the bog
[02:55.64] and warms his feet.
[03:02.32] Feeling alone
[03:04.43] the army's up the rode
[03:07.04] salvation � la mode and
[03:09.30] a cup of tea.
[03:12.90] Aqualung my friend
[03:14.93] don't you start away uneasy
[03:17.71] you poor old sod, you see, it's only me.
[04:51.98] Aqualung my friend
[04:54.87] don't you start away uneasy
[04:59.13] you poor old sod, you see, it's only me.
[05:19.39] Sitting on a park bench
[05:23.38] eyeing little girls with bad intent.
[05:33.27] Snot running down his nose
[05:37.41] greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes, Aqualung.
[05:46.76] Drying in the cold sun
[05:50.65] Watching as the frilly panties run, Aqualung.
[06:00.22] Feeling like a dead duck --
[06:04.09] spitting out pieces of his broken luck, Aqualung.
[06:24.14] Oh, Aqualung