Bubble Gum Or Bad Karma

A couple three bucks for a can of snuff was money poorly spent

Didn't see a girl or a car around so I threw it on the hot cement

Well I parked the car and I went to school when I came back in haste

There was a big ol wad of bubble gum that was sittin in its place

The sticky side of the yin and yang on my shoes cramps my style

Some joker's chompin on a big league chew with a big fat Budda smile

Countin out my change from the Iching I can't help but hold a grudge

Was it bubble gum or bad karma, let my guru be the judge

Was it bubble gum or bad karma, let my guru be the judge

My foot got stuck when I hit the gas and I swerved to miss a skunk

And I ram into a bus load full of ten Tibetian monks

The bus was wrecked, nobody got hurt, but they cussed me really loud

I said I guess this was the first time that y'all broke your silence vow

I said please don't call the cops man and I offered them some wine

We played chinese checkers and they beat me every time

They stole the car and they grabbed the wine they said you were bound to lose

And I got left on the side of the road with bubble gum on my shoes

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I limped my way back into town and the blues came down on me

Couldn't get back to my humble home cause the monks had took my keys

Sat down on the doormat and I hung my head and wept

Spent the night trying to meditate out on my front porch steps

I think Ho Chi Minh's got herpes but Confucious was really cool

Bubble gum makes you stutter, snuff just makes you drool

Well I might come back as the Dalai Lama or I might come back as a clown

But I hope that things go better in my next time around

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Might come back as the Dalai Lama, Might not come back at all

Might come back as a holy cow grazing in Nepal

Or I might come back as an outlaw rickshaw driver named Omar

I wanna be pickin the hindu blues with Ravi Shankar