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 microbrew



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?!

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's so hot

Still, I might go

Or

Might

Not 



Look at the sun

See how it hangs

So still in the sky