Aquafugue (Aqualung)
Ian Anderson
Sitting on the park bench
Eyeing little girls with bad intent, yeah
Snot running down his nose
Greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes
Hey, Aqualung
Drying in the cold sun
Watching as the frilly panties run
Hey, Aqualung
Feeling like a dead duck
Spitting out pieces of his broken luck
Hey, Aqualung