David Bowie — Buzz The Fuzz BBC Live Session

(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')