It’s Immaterial
Ed’s Funky Diner
Hey hey hey hey
I'm telling you son
You shouldn't come round here late at night
Crazy when the gang's all here
Spend, spend, spend, Viv, money's not so dear
Jack, pull up a high stool
And bend my ear
We'll shun the mealy-mouthed until they disappear
Serve it up
This food for thought
Serve it up (chalk it up)
In Ed's place, where dreams are bought
And tell me who's that cat by the swinging door?
Hey Tex, Sylvester, an animation of yours
I switch on like a neon light
Every time you talk
And yes Malcolm I hear you, and I believe in your cause
Serve it up
This food for thought
Serve it up (chalk it up)
In Ed's place, where dreams are bought