Ar nold Layne had a stra nge hobb y.
Collecting clothes, mo onshine wa shing li ne.
They s uit h im f ine.
On the wall hung a tall mirr or.
Distorted view, se e-through ba by bl ue.
He dug it.
Oh, A rnold L ayne, i t's n ot the s ame, ta kes tw o to kn ow.
Two to know, tw o to know, tw o to know.
Why can't you see ?
A rnold Layne, Arnold Layne, Arnold Layne, Arnold Layne !
N ow he's caught, a nasty sor t of per son.
They gave him time, d oors bang, c hain g ang.
He hates it !
Oh, A rnold L ayne, i t's n ot the s ame, ta kes tw o to kn ow.
Two to know, tw o to know, tw o to know.
Why can't you see ?
A rnold Layne, Arnold Layne, Arnold Layne, Arnold Layne !
Arnold Layne don't do it ag ain !