Aqualung       (Listen to sample)
 (Listen to midi)
    Em – Ais – A      ~ ~      Em – Ais – A  ~ ~
     Em              Bb     A
1. 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
2.      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
3.     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         
4.      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 – D – A – Am – Em – D  
repeat verses 2 and 3  +  Ohohohoho
                                 
    Em – D – D – A – Am – Em – D  (4x)
    Em                          D                                           A
5.       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  ~ ~
+ repeat verse 1 +  
    Em – Bb – A      ~ ~      Em – Bb – A      ~ ~     
 
    Em – Bb – A       Bb – C - D
 (Orig. = Capo 3)               (Jethro Tull)