Ernold Same awoke from the same dream In the same bed At the same time Looked in the same mirror Made the same frown And felt the same way.
Got his lucky number Tomorrow there's another Could be me Could be you No silver spoon Sticky teeth, they rot too soon You've got to have.
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 baby blue he dug it.
I met him in a crowded room Where people go to drink away their gloom He sat me down and so began The story of a charmless man Educated the expensive way He knows his.
Will protect him That we'll respect him He moves in circles of friends Who just pretend That they like him He does the same to.