| No, no, no, no, He’s outside looking in. | 
| Timothy Leary’s 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. | 
| Timothy Leary’s dead. | 
| No, no, no, no, He’s outside looking in. | 
| Timothy Leary’s 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. | 
| 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. |