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