I am a bubble and I was born in a bubble machine

soapy water and a puff of air that's how I came to be

I'm pleased to meet you so nice to great you how do you do?

sit back relax and I'll tell you my story and every bit is true

On a summer day in the heat of June on an island in the east

a toy store flipped on a bubble machine and out popped me

along with a billion other bubbles but I don't follow the crowd

I ventured forth and headed north all the other bubbles they went south

Now being a bubble is easy as pie I'm pretty and shiny and new

but if I land on a hand or touch the ground my good times will be through

I was feeling nervous cause so much hurts us bubbles are weak

I'm frail and poor and life is short that's why I wanna fly free

This is a bubble rap from a bubble to you and me

listen to this bubble rap and set your bubbles free

 

With that in mind I hit the sky to check out my neighborhood

groovin on the pattern of lower Manhattan New York was lookin good

the city is gritty but I'm delicate and pretty with an iridescent glow

all the businessmen and the fine fine ladies stopped to tell me so

The hustle and the bustle of the concrete jungle made me sad and scared

a break from the rubble is what this bubble needed then and there

I drifted north to a great big park to see the scenery

peace and quiet is nice when you got a lot of vulnerabilities

The green green grass was so serene I was happy and relaxed

but I floated too close to the leaves of grass when the wind blew me back (Walt Whitman)

up up up so high in the sky so high that I could see

I was the only bubble that was free from trouble free free free

My delicate shell wasn't made to last like me this was clear

but that was ok 'cause life is play so I left the atmosphere

past the moon and pretty soon I'd gone too far to stop

the earth was round and there was no sound when I thought I heard a pop