Buzz The Fuzz BBC Live Session by David Bowie Lyrics
(This next one is a comedy number
This one is written by an American called
Biff Rose; Biff Rose is a legendary character now
He lives just outside of San Francisco
On a mountain in a cabin and he's got a bicyle
And he writes a lot of songs and he cycles down from the cabin to do gigs, in which he never sings, he never sings at any of his gigs
He just talks about shaving and what he saw on the way down from the cabin and how many punctures he's had, and then goes away again and nobody's really heard him sing but he does write somе good songs and he's made a couple of LPs and this onе song, this is one, one called "Buzz The Fuzz":)
Once there was a fellow
And his name was Buzz
He was just a rookie cop
Just a baby Buzz
He patrolled the Sunset Strip
In the land of the free
And the home of the hip
He protected you and me
From evil women like
Poor Alice D
Alice was the girl
That all good hippies dread
And they called her
Sweet Alice the head
Alice it was plain to see
Was full of pot and STD
She'd attract a great big crowd
Because her inner peace
Was much too loud!
Good Buzz did the thing
That all the good Fuzz must
Stuck his gun in Alice's back
And said "This is a bust"
Shone the flashlight in her eyes
She began to hypnotize
Buzz said, "What a wild sensation
Guess this must be hallucination"
Love is so sensational
When you fall in love
With eyes dilational
Now they're taking pills in shops
Buzz is not afraid of Watts
Buzz and Alice D have shown
The way of where the fuzz
Might be some day
Buzz is still a cop of course
He's the pusher on the porch
He's protecting you and me
From evil women like
Poor Alice D
(A harrowing story indeed, that's a Biff Rose song, 'Buzz The Fuzz')
This one is written by an American called
Biff Rose; Biff Rose is a legendary character now
He lives just outside of San Francisco
On a mountain in a cabin and he's got a bicyle
And he writes a lot of songs and he cycles down from the cabin to do gigs, in which he never sings, he never sings at any of his gigs
He just talks about shaving and what he saw on the way down from the cabin and how many punctures he's had, and then goes away again and nobody's really heard him sing but he does write somе good songs and he's made a couple of LPs and this onе song, this is one, one called "Buzz The Fuzz":)
Once there was a fellow
And his name was Buzz
He was just a rookie cop
Just a baby Buzz
He patrolled the Sunset Strip
In the land of the free
And the home of the hip
He protected you and me
From evil women like
Poor Alice D
Alice was the girl
That all good hippies dread
And they called her
Sweet Alice the head
Alice it was plain to see
Was full of pot and STD
She'd attract a great big crowd
Because her inner peace
Was much too loud!
Good Buzz did the thing
That all the good Fuzz must
Stuck his gun in Alice's back
And said "This is a bust"
Shone the flashlight in her eyes
She began to hypnotize
Buzz said, "What a wild sensation
Guess this must be hallucination"
Love is so sensational
When you fall in love
With eyes dilational
Now they're taking pills in shops
Buzz is not afraid of Watts
Buzz and Alice D have shown
The way of where the fuzz
Might be some day
Buzz is still a cop of course
He's the pusher on the porch
He's protecting you and me
From evil women like
Poor Alice D
(A harrowing story indeed, that's a Biff Rose song, 'Buzz The Fuzz')