Goin' Fishin' Lyrics

Pete Townshend

Throwing stones into the river Watching ripples splashing over Wadding the bank where horses are grazing Reflection shatter quite amazing
But soon I quietly ask, is this the way for me? I twist my vacuum flask and have a cup of tea
Goin' fishin' never catch none If I did, I'd surely lance The spirit of the first is quiggley The fish tackle scares me and the snails
The pleasure cruiser's speed Laden with wind cheaters The hooters blow and seize My mind from nature's creatures
Blowing the fish, emptying in my warm hand I want fishin' everlasting You can take my son if you drown your own daughter You're a man and I am free
Throw a stick into the surface Watch it bob, it cruises pass The river flows gently eroding Moves 'cross land, but not to fast

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