Charlie - Greatcoat Guru lyrics

Thomas I must introduce my friend far out Bruce He's a bona fide fan of those acid rock bands Galactic cowboy, the urban spaceman He'll scorn two days meals for two thirty bob deals All denim and dope exists on pure hope Galactic cowboy, the urban spaceman An expert of the music scene, what lyrics mean, he'll know who played which notes His heroes can do nothing wrong, write no bad songs, their names adorn his coat The Greatcoat Guru is space tripping through Far out, funky, freaky, what a groove He'll bore you with his eulogies, his fantasies of how he'll make it big He wants to be a superstar, to go real far, he's like a hairy pig The Greatcoat Guru is space tripping through Far out, funky, freaky, what a groove His chick is so cool, she's the star of her school Such a love child of time has to be home by nine A cosmic turn on suburban madame