God, that twin bass/guitar riff that opens and anchors this song just--well, it got me through last week. And last week was long. Long and heavy as these buzzy riffs. But these riffs are happy, too. So there's that, too. Lore (Wikipedia) has it that B. didn't have lyrics ready when it came time to record this for The Man Who Sold the World. That might explain the awkward first line or the overall brevity of the words.
I don't care. This enables me to skitter coolly down the street every day lately.