I'm looking in my little black book to see if I was right or rongwrong within the confines of who*emonger logic to even try to sing this song I could have asked the I Ching but that would have taken up too much time And with the time being four-four I didn't see there was no time to lose If things got bad it could always turn into a blues Like they do back home on the Delta -- grunt and groan And looking in my little black book of European logic Still I can't make head or tail of it If I could only read between the lines Think of all the treasures I might find Learn the secret of trance and levitation Liberate my soul in six easy lessons Meanwhile I'll stay at home, listen to Schönberg in the bath and leave you to the geometry of my laugh to which you're welcome if it helps you at all to get your rocks off and have a ball Never let it be thought that we have nothing to share We drink the same water and we breathe the same air Deep down inside we need each other just the same You need me to laugh at and I need you to blame