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Guess the 1970s song lyrics #238

1971. One of the most classic songs from the era. Some of the most readily recognizable chords in rock music. The song is about a homeless man. The song was inspired by the songwriter's wife's photos of homeless people. The group is British.
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Answer
Sitting
on
a
park
bench
Eyeing
little
girls
with
bad
intent
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
Answer
broken
luck
Whoa
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
Answer
road
Salvation
a
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
onto
your
beard
was
Screaming
agony
Answer
Hey
And
you
snatch
your
rattling
last
breaths
With
deep
sea
diver
sounds
And
the
flowers
bloom
like
Madness
in
the
spring
Sun
streaking
cold
and
old
man
wandering
lonely
Taking
time
the
only
way
he
knows
Leg
hurting
bad
as
he
bends
to
pick
Answer
a
dog
end
He
goes
down
to
the
bog
and
warms
his
feet
Oh
oh
oh
oh
oh
Feeling
alone
the
army's
up
the
road
Salvation
a
la
mode
and
a
cup
of
tea
Aqualung
my
friend
don't
you
start
away
uneasy
You
poor
old
Answer
sod
you
see
it's
only
me
Me
me
me
me
me
Oh
oh
oh
oh
oh
Dee
dee
dee
dee
Aqualung
my
old
friend
don't
you
start
away
uneasy
You
poor
old
sod
you
see
it's
only
me
Sitting
on
a
park
bench
Eyeing
little
Answer
girls
with
bad
intent
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
Whoa
Aqualung
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