Bubble Gum Punk

This song has nothing to say, but we’re playing it anyway. ‘cause if we play this song you’ll know we know three chords.

Bubble gum. Bubble gum punk.

There’s nothing for you to hear, so why are you still here? I just rhymed hear with here—that’s how you know it’s bubble gum punk.

Bubble gum punk. Chew me up and spit me out. After two minutes there’s no taste in your mouth. Bubble gum punk chew me ‘til there’s no taste left. After two minutes I’ll be sticking to the bottom of a desk.

This song has nothing to say, but you’re listening anyway. That’s ‘cause sometimes you’re just in the mood for some bubble gum punk.

©2004