Timothy Leary looks in outside
Timothy Leary looks in outside

Timothy Leary, flies astral planes
Taking you on a trip round the bay
Back the same day
Timothy Leary, far up the coast
Hear them boast of the light shining clear
Thrills on the pier

Leary's dead, he's flying,
He's outside looking in.
Leary's dead, he's flying,
He's outside looking in.

Raising their glasses, drinking a toast
To the man who will fly us so high
Right through the sky
Timothy Leary - he'll take up up
Bring you down, plant your feet on the ground
With barely a sound

Leary's dead, he's flying,
He's outside looking in.
Leary's dead, he's flying,
He's outside looking in.

Timothy Leary looks in outside
Timothy Leary looks in outside

Timothy Leary, died while on film
'Beautiful' was his last spoken word
So we have heard
Sharing the ashes - buried in space
Somewhere he's flying on far away
Trips round the bay

Leary's dead, he's flying,
He's outside looking in.
Leary's dead, he's flying,
He's outside looking in.