[00:00.000] 作词 : Ian Anderson/Jennie Anderson
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Jennie Anderson/Ian Anderson
[00:08.750]Sitting on a park bench,
[00:12.500]eyeing little girls with bad intent.
[00:22.250]Snot running down his nose,
[00:26.500]greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes, Aqualung.
[00:36.000]Drying in the cold sun,
[00:39.750]Watching as the frilly panties run, Aqualung.
[00:49.500]Feeling like a dead duck,
[00:53.000]spitting out pieces of his broken luck, oh Aqualung.
[01:03.750]Sun streaking cold,
[01:06.750]an old man wandering lonely.
[01:11.250]Taking time,
[01:13.000]the only way he knows.
[01:19.750]Leg hurting bad,
[01:22.500]as he bends to pick a dog-end,
[01:26.500]he goes down to the bog,
[01:29.500]and warms his feet.
[01:39.500]Feeling alone,
[01:42.250]the army's up the road,
[01:46.250]salvation à la mode and,
[01:49.250]a cup of tea.
[01:55.000]Aqualung my friend,
[01:58.500]don't you start away uneasy,
[02:02.000]you poor old sod, you see, it's only me.
[02:14.500]Do you still remember,
[02:16.250]December's foggy freeze,
[02:19.000]when the ice that,
[02:19.750]clings on to your beard,
[02:21.500]It was screaming agony.
[02:24.500]And you snatch your rattling last breaths,
[02:26.750]with deep-sea-diver sounds,
[02:29.250]and the flowers bloom like,
[02:31.000]madness in the spring.
[02:37.750]Sun streaking cold,
[02:40.000]an old man wandering lonely.
[02:42.750]Taking time,
[02:44.000]the only way he knows.
[02:48.500]Leg hurting bad,
[02:50.500]as he bends to pick a dog-end,
[02:53.250]he goes down to the bog,
[02:55.000]and warms his feet.
[03:01.750]Feeling alone,
[03:05.000]the army's up the road,
[03:06.500]salvation à la mode and,
[03:08.750]a cup of tea.
[03:12.500]Aqualung my friend,
[03:14.500]don't you start away uneasy,
[03:17.250]you poor old sod, you see, it's only me.
[04:51.250]Aqualung my friend,
[04:54.250]don't you start away uneasy,
[04:58.500]you poor old sod, you see, it's only me.
[05:18.750]Sitting on a park bench,
[05:22.500]eyeing little girls with bad intent.
[05:32.500]Snot running down his nose,
[05:36.750]greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes, Aqualung.
[05:46.000]Drying in the cold sun,
[05:49.750]Watching as the frilly panties run, Aqualung.
[05:59.500]Feeling like a dead duck --,
[06:03.250]spitting out pieces of his broken luck, Aqualung.
[06:23.250]Oh, Aqualung.

作词 : Ian Anderson/Jennie Anderson
作曲 : Jennie Anderson/Ian Anderson
Sitting on a park bench,
eyeing little girls with bad intent.
Snot running down his nose,
greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes, Aqualung.
Drying in the cold sun,
Watching as the frilly panties run, Aqualung.
Feeling like a dead duck,
spitting out pieces of his broken luck, oh Aqualung.
Sun streaking cold,
an old man wandering lonely.
Taking time,
the only way he knows.
Leg 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 on to your beard,
It 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.
Leg 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, Aqualung.
Drying in the cold sun,
Watching as the frilly panties run, Aqualung.
Feeling like a dead duck --,
spitting out pieces of his broken luck, Aqualung.
Oh, Aqualung.