Bubblegum Cancer

Joe Camel was a friend of mine
He had a fine line in seduction
But the monkeys pulled Joe off the billboard sign
Somewhere near Clapham Junction
Now all the little children had no pied piper
There was no one left to follow
So they all lived together in a white bread world
What a bitter pill to swallow
It was Bubblegum Cancer
So sweet so rotten
Bubblegum Cancer
No fruit on the bottom yeah oh yeah
The Luncheon Meat Kid had a real fine life
He was fat and sweaty and tricky
Gorgonzola became his wife
She was strong and green and sticky
And they lived in a house made of garlic mash
On the crest of a styrofoam wave
Every weekend they’d take out the trash
Jane Fonda with a tomahawk
Rooting for the Braves
Like
Bubble gum Cancer
So pink so black
Bubblegum Cancer
Big stink under the shrink wrap, yeah
Barney Google was acting cool
But his eyes gave him away
He was two dimensional and no ones fool
He was flat and made of clay
And he lived in a land made of ink and pulp
Between the two world wars
And his eyes puffed out
Like ping pong balls, yeah
Bubblegum Cancer
So faux so real
Bubblegum Cancer
So phony you can’t feel it
Bubblegum Cancer
So pink so black
Bubblegum Cancer
Big stink under the shrink wrap, yeah
Bubble gum Cancer
So pink so black
Bubblegum Cancer
Big stink under the shrink wrap, yeah