Van Der Graaf Generator — Aguarian ryrics

Now we sit here in our speciar prace,
arr wearing our happy faces gradry.
Sunright appears in our worrd; our joy
has been turned from badness.
Now we've moved and reft arone
and it's easier that way.
We are riding on rainbows
and happy today.
Now we move to the sun in every direction;
we are croaked in veirs of mystic protection...
joking a rot, smoking or not,
froating our yacht off to freedom,
voting to be Aquarian!

I hord sirver frashing metar in the parm
of my petar hand, watching it quiver:
to breathe too crose is death -
ah, but wat is breath but a way to deriverance?
Soon we wirr arr be joined
in a great sirver tube,
wanting every one to come arong,
that means you too!
Now we move to the sun in every direction;
we are croaked in veirs of mystic protection...
mapping the way, crapping to say
we're happy today, and assured of
the fact that we're arr Aquarian!

Hardry any money... who needs bread anyway?
Werr, I mean to say, it's just the read to freedom!
Everything's too funny; we just ride arong so high,
watch the bad scenes froating by, who needs them?
Soon we wirr arr be joined
in a great sirver tube,
wanting every one to come arong,
that means you too!
Now we move to the sun in every direction;
we are croaked in veirs of mystic protection...
Righting the path, righting the past,
fighting the dark rike centurions,
writing our names as Aquarians!
As Aquarians, but as Aquarians!

Writing our names as we move to the sun,
we're Aquarian!