I’ve got friends in low places
You don’t want to go there
Their miserable faces
Can only sit and stare
Nothing’s lovely
All the time

I’ve got friends in high places
You don’t want to go there
Their ecstatic faces
Can only stop and stare
Everything’s lovely
All the time

So put me down
For a visit every second day
I’ll be perfectly balanced
In every possible way

This is boring
My adoring public awaits
I’m ignoring
All the warnings
This is great

Most of my socialising
Is at funerals these days
It isn’t really surprising
Life’s a passing phase
Not much is happening
Some of the time

So put me down
Or pick me up again
I’m completely unbalanced
I’m Tao, I’m Zen