Bubble King Songtext
von Steve Thompson

My brain is working so hard
To write a song on this guitar
My first song about bubble gum
Though nothing seems to come
I don′t what you want me to say
When you waste a quarter on me everyday
If that only flavor stayed an hour
I'd feel so elated with such power


Do the bubble king, Do the bubble king
The king, that king

Now what we′ve got here is certifiable
As a grade A ball of gum
What you think's going to happen
When that flavor hits my tongue
Maybe wings will come out of my back
Maybe clowns will try to make me laugh
Well I don't know let me find out
Let me pop that mother right in my mouth


Do the bubble king, Do the bubble king
The king, that king