[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
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