Em           Bb    A
   Sitting on a park bench,
 Bb     C                    D             Bb C Bb Bm
       eyeing little girls with bad intent.
     Em           Bb       A
    Snot running down his nose,
 B    C                      D                          Bb    C      Bb Bm
           greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes.      Hey Aqualung!
      Em            Bb   A
     Drying in the cold sun;
 Bb    C                      D              Bb   C       Bb Bm
     Watching as the frilly panties run.     Hey Aqualung!
                  En Bb  A
    Feeling like a dead duck,
 Bb         C                          D                Bb   C     Bb Bm
         spitting out pieces of his broken luck.       Oh Aqualung!

Em                   D                          A
      Sun streaking cold an old man wandering lonely,
 Am                    Em            D
      taking time the only way he knows.
 Em                D                          A
    Legs hurting bad as he bends to pick a dog end,
 Am                      Em                  D
     he goes down to the bog and warms his feet.

Em             D                      Am
    Feeling alone the army's up the road,
       Am           Em                 D
    salvation a la mode and a cup of tea.
 Em                 D                              A
     Aqualung my friend, don't you  start away uneasy,
         Am                Em            D
    you poor old sod, you see it's only me.

Em                 D                             Em
    Do you still remember December's foggy freeze,
                                  D                              Em
    when the ice that clings onto your beard was screaming agony?
                        D                                 Em
    And your ratling last breaths with deep sea diver sounds,
               Am                Em                D
    and the flowers bloom like madness in the spring.

Em                   D                          A
      Sun streaking cold an old man wandering lonely,
 Am                    Em            D
      taking time the only way he knows.
 Em                D                          A
    Legs hurting bad as he bends to pick a dog end,
 Am                      Em                  D
     he goes down to the bog and warms his feet.

Em             D                      Am
    Feeling alone the army's up the road,
       Am           Em                 D
    salvation a la mode and a cup of tea.
 Em                 D                              A
     Aqualung my friend, don't you  start away uneasy,
         Am                Em            D
    you poor old sod, you see it's only me.
        Em D D A Am Em D
Ohohohoho

( Em D D A Am Em D ) (4x)

Em                 D                          A
    Dee dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee dee dee dee,
 Am                       Em             D
    dee dee dee dee dee dee, dee dee dee.
 Em                D                              A
    Aqualung my friend, don't you  start away uneasy,
         Am                Em            D
    you poor old sod, you see it's only me.
    Em Bb A       Em Bb A

    Em           Bb    A
   Sitting on a park bench,
 Bb     C                    D             Bb C Bb Bm
       eyeing little girls with bad intent.
     Em           Bb       A
    Snot running down his nose,
 B    C                      D                          Bb    C      Bb Bm
           greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes.      Hey Aqualung!

 (   Em Bb A       Em Bb A    Em Bb A       Bb C D )