Passacaglia / A Bud And A Slice Lyrics - Joe Jackson

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 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