Standard (EADGBE)
2x
Timothy Leary's dead;
no, no, no, he's outside looking in
Timothy Leary's dead;
no, no, no, he's outside looking in
He'll glide 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, he's outside looking in
Timothy Leary's dead;
no, no, no, he's outside looking in
He'll glide 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
Flute
Flute
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 glide 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 . . .