Get into the Galley Shop

Lyrics

Get into the Galley shop, get into the Galley field Fumble with a plastic top, plastic on the stainless steel Not a lot of interest shown, hang the sign upon the door Mannequins are stacked below, Galley hats are on the floor Get in to the Galley shop, get into the cooky scene You need to take your sandals off to take away the porcelain Hopping in a hotel bar, hidden in a marching band Music popping from the car, driven by a cosmic man Carrying the nylon suits, all of them a shade of blue Rinky-dinky cocktail tune, helps to see the evening through As the early hours collect, turn around and face the wall Slip into a different set, clearing out the dancing hall