Passacaglia/a Bud & Slice

Give me a bud and a slice

And leave me alone

If I want your advice, Ill ask ya

They tell me caviars nice, but I wouldnt know

So whats it to you?

Who needs your airs

And your micro-brew?

Look at the sun

See how it hangs

So still in the sky

Give me the new tv guide

And get off the phone

Go on and take sides, its not my problem

Waiting for worlds to collide in the comfort of home

They say lucifers free

What shall we do?

Dont ask me

But its not like I never go beyond these walls

Ive got culture

I go to the movies

Last week, saw the new tarantino

Starring - shit, whats that guys name again?

You know the scene where they put the blowtorch to his balls?

Bloody brilliant

My daughter threw up, she didnt understand

I told her, its just like the beano

Its not real

And if it was, well, so what?

Lets all lighten up

Give me a bud and a slice

And leave out the book

Ive got one of those, thank you

As for the guru you prize, he might be a crook

And las so hot

Still, I might go

Or might not

Look at the sun

See how it hangs

So still in the sky