Exposure - Bill Hicks

Eee Ex Posure, like a real fine wine

Mmmmmmmm, don’t it slide on down

Right on down to the ground

Don’t it sound eeeee exxxx actly like money…

Honey?

When you’re gettin' out you’re gonna hear the word

& it’ll drive you nuts and it’ll seem absurd

But it’s just the facts, just the way it is:

If it’s sho-nuff real then it’s both show-biz

How they’ll say to you with a big slow grin

And your hand in theirs, and a fountain pen

And when they use a big nomenclature like «closure,»

Well, baby, that’s just another patois for…

See I was talking jack to this dude in red

He has this club that the paper said

Was the only place that you had to play

And if you got that gig it would be all ok

And he knows, you know, what is in your head

And he’s got your (umm) «things» 'tween a rock and a stone

So when the dough looks mighty thin, no meat on the bone

Why he’s stuffin' your pockets with…

I got done with the gig, it was four AM

I was packin' up when the girl walked in

Rollin' my wires and shuttin' my case

Not really expectin' some brand new face--

In fact I was hopin' for the guy in blue

Who’d been back in the office for an hour or two

Countin' his take 's'what I was figgurin,'

And here comes this honey with a fifth of gin:

Singin' her song, and it sound like…

You know the rest, less you’re seventeen

I was back on the street with a lack of green

And I couldn’t find my fingerpicks

And my car was towed, and there was this dude

Dress up in black, with a jones in his pocket

For the money I owed

So I just skedaddled on out of there

And perused my reviews from my easy chair

And if you want to get rich in the music game

Just plant yourself out front of the axe

And don’t go round back for love or ambrosia

Just tell 'em to do it all for…

(Alt. chorus) Eee Ex Posure, eeee ex posure, don’t she look so fine

Eee Ex Posure, for a real good time

Mmmmmmmm, don’t it slide on down

Right on down to the ground

Don’t it sound eeeee exxxx actly like money…

Honey?