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