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.
Oh, Arnold Layne, it\'s not the same, takes two to know.
Two to know, two to know, two to know.
Why can\'t you see?
Arnold Layne, Arnold Layne, Arnold Layne, Arnold Layne!
Now he\'s caught, a nasty sort of person.
They gave him time, doors bang, chain gang.
He hates it!
Oh, Arnold Layne, it\'s not the same, takes two to know.
Two to know, two to know, two to know.
Why can\'t you see?
Arnold Layne Arnold Layne Arnold Layne
Arnold Layne don\'t do it again!