[brad]

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-brew?



[together]

Look at the sun

See how it hangs

So still in the sky



[brad]

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



[joe]

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



[brad]

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



[together]

Look at the sun

See how it hangs

So still in the sky