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 tee
Goin' fishin' never catch none
If I did, I'd surely lance
The spear is tossed, 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 natures creatures
Blowing the fish,emptying in my warm hand
I want fishin' everlasting
You can take my son, If you drown your own daughter
Your a man and I'm 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
Pete Townshend - Goin Fishin Lyrics
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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 tee
Goin' fishin' never catch none
If I did, I'd surely lance
The spear is tossed, 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 natures creatures
Blowing the fish,emptying in my warm hand
I want fishin' everlasting
You can take my son, If you drown your own daughter
Your a man and I'm 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
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 tee
Goin' fishin' never catch none
If I did, I'd surely lance
The spear is tossed, 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 natures creatures
Blowing the fish,emptying in my warm hand
I want fishin' everlasting
You can take my son, If you drown your own daughter
Your a man and I'm 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
Writer: PETE TOWNSHEND
Copyright: Lyrics © Spirit Music Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Spirit Music Group