Bubblegum Cancer - Graham Parker

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