Greatcoat Guru - Charlie

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