Timothy Lear is dead
No, no, no, he's outside
Looking in
Timothy Lear is dead
No, no, no, he's outside
Looking in
He'll find his astral plane
Take you trips around the bay
Bring you back the same day
Timothy Leary
Timothy Leary
Timothy Leary is dead No,
no,
no, he's outside
Looking in He'll find his astral plane
Take you trips around the bay
Bring 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
He'll take you up, he'll bring you down
He'll plant your feet back on the ground
He flies so high, he swoops so low
Timothy Leary
He'll find his
astral plane
He'll take you trips around the bay
Timothy Leary Timothy Leary