Ray St. Ray

There’s a place called Bubbleland somewhere high above.
It’s a land of leisure. It’s a land of love.
Your name is good as money. No need to work very hard.
Take all you want, there’s plenty. Put it all on your personal Bubble card.
Take me up to Bubbleland! Take me up to Bubbleland now!
Take me up to Bubbleland! I gotta get there somehow!
Bubble says your only job is enjoy and consume.
The Bubble does your laundry. The Bubble cleans your room.
It’s your secret lover, best friend and guru too!
Let Bubbleland take over and make your dreams come true.
If you’re lucky you’re born there, Bubble spoon in each hand.
Some swim across the river, walk the burning sands,
hide in trucks or containers, find a hole in the fence,
bribe officials for papers. Smart ones marry Bubble residents.
Take me up to Bubbleland! Take me up to Bubbleland now!
Take me up to Bubbleland! I gotta get there somehow!
In Bubbleland you live forever. The Bubble resurrects you when you die.
Take my hand, let’s go together to that Bubble up there in the sky.
Check out that Mr. Bubble. He lives the Bubble life!
Drives a big Bubble car home to his Bubble wife.
Kicking back in their Bubble house watching Bubble TV,
he smokes his Bubble pipe, she sips her Bubble tea.
No news from beyond the Bubble disturbs their Bubble heads.
Their only secret trouble is Baby Bubble and that awful thing she said…
One, two, three, POP!
Take me up to Bubbleland! Take me up to Bubbleland now!
Take me up to Bubbleland! I gotta get there somehow!

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