Pete Townshend - Goin' Fishin' lyrics

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 pa** The river flows gently eroding Moves cross land, but not to fast