Timothy Learys dead.
No no no no
he's outside looking in.
Timothy Learys dead.
No no no no
he's outside looking in.
Hell fly his astral plane
Takes you trips
around the bay
Brings you back
the same day
Timothy Leary
Timothy Leary.
Timothy Learys dead.
No no no no
he's outside looking in.
Timothy Learys dead.
No no 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.