Goin' Fishin' - 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 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