Give me a Bud and a slice
And leave me alone
If I want your advice
I'll ask ya
They tell me caviar's nice
But I wouldn't know
So what's it to you
Who needs your airs
And your micro-brews

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
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 blow torch 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?!
C'mon, 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 L.A.'s so hot
Still, I might go
Or might not

Look at the sun
See how it hangs
So still in the sky

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