Passacaglia / A Bud And A Slice

Give me a bud and a slice

And leave me alone

If I want your advice, I'll ask ya

They tell me that caviar's nice, but I wouldn't know



So, what's 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, it's not my problem

Waiting for worlds to collide in the comfort of home



They say, ?Lucifer's free?

What shall we do?

Don't ask me



But it's not like I never go beyond these walls

I've got culture

I go to the movies



Last week saw the new Tarantino

Starring 'Shit what's that guy's name?'

Again you know the scene where they put the blowtorch to his balls

Bloody brilliant, my daughter threw up, she didn't understand



I told her it's just like the Beano

It's not real and if it was, well, so what?

Come on lighten up, let's all lighten up



Give me a bud and a slice

And leave out the book

I've got one of those, thank you



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

And LA is so hot

Still, I might go or might not



Look at the sun

See how it hangs

So still in the sky