Arnold Layne had a strange hobby Collecting clothes Moonshine, washing line They suit him fine On the wall hung a tall mirror Distorted view, see through
Got the Bob Dylan blues And the Bob Dylan Shoes And my clothes and my hair's in a mess But you know I just couldn't care less Goin' to write me a
Overheard a lark today, losing when my mind's astray Don't you want to know with your pretty hair? Stretch out your hand Glad feel in an echo for your way It's an
Oh, where are you now? Pussy willow that smiled on this leaf When I was alone You promised a stone from your heart My head kissed the ground I was half
An effervescing elephant With tiny eyes and great big trunk Once whispered to the tiny ear The ear of one inferior That by next June he'd die, oh yeah
Grooving around in a trench coat with the satin entrail Seems to be all around in tin and lead pail, we pale Jiving on down to the beach to see the blue
This is a story about a girl that I knew She didn't like my songs and that made me feel blue She said, "A big band is far better than you" She don't
Yes I'm thinking of this, yes I am Puddle town Tom was the underground Hold you tighter so close, yes you are Please hold on to the steel rail Colonel
More funny love in the skyline baby Ice cream excuse me I seen you looking good the other evening Oh you dig it Had to smile just an hour or so We in
In the sad town, cold iron hands Clap the party of clowns outside Rain falls in gray far away Please, please, Baby Lemonade In the evening sun going
Trip to heave and ho Up down to and fro' You have no word Trip trip to a dream dragon Hide your wings in a ghost tower Sails cackling at every plate we
I really love you and I mean you The star above you, crystal blue Well, oh baby, my hair's on end about you I wouldn't see you and I love to I fly above