I'm looking in my little black book

To see if I was right or rongwrong

Within the confines of whoremonger 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 Schoenberg 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