Aqualung

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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