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