Timothy Leary’s dead
No, no, he’s outside looking in
Timothy Leary’s dead
No, no, he’s outside looking in
He’ll fly his astral plane
Takes you trips around the bay
Brings you back the same day
Timothy Leary, Timothy Leary
Timothy Leary’s dead
No, no, he’s outside looking in
Timothy Leary’s dead
No, no, he’s outside looking in
He’ll fly his astral plane
Takes you trips around the bay
Brings you back the same day
Timothy Leary, Timothy Leary
Along the coast you’ll hear them boast
About a light they say that shines so clear
So raise your glass, we’ll drink a toast
To the little man who sells you thrills along the pier
He’ll take you up, he’ll bring you down
He’ll plant your feet back firmly on the ground
He flies so high, he swoops so low
He knows exactly which way he’s gonna go
Timothy Leary, Timothy Leary
He’ll take you up, he’ll bring you down
He’ll plant your feet back on the ground
He’ll fly so high, he’ll swoop so low
Timothy Leary
He’ll fly his astral plane
He’ll take you trips around the bay
He’ll bring you back the same day
Timothy Leary, Timothy Leary
Timothy Leary, Timothy Leary
Timothy Leary
Songwriters: Ray Thomas
Far out, man....