| Joe Camel was a friend of mine
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| He had a fine line in seduction
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| But the monkeys pulled Joe off the billboard sign
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| Somewhere near Clapham Junction
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| Now all the little children had no pied piper
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| There was no one left to follow
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| So they all lived together in a white bread world
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| What a bitter pill to swallow
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| It was Bubblegum Cancer
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| So sweet so rotten
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| Bubblegum Cancer
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| No fruit on the bottom yeah oh yeah
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| The Luncheon Meat Kid had a real fine life
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| He was fat and sweaty and tricky
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| Gorgonzola became his wife
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| She was strong and green and sticky
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| And they lived in a house made of garlic mash
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| On the crest of a styrofoam wave
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| Every weekend they’d take out the trash
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| Jane Fonda with a tomahawk
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| Rooting for the Braves
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| Like
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| Bubble gum Cancer
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| So pink so black
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| Bubblegum Cancer
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| Big stink under the shrink wrap, yeah
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| Barney Google was acting cool
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| But his eyes gave him away
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| He was two dimensional and no ones fool
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| He was flat and made of clay
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| And he lived in a land made of ink and pulp
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| Between the two world wars
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| And his eyes puffed out
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| Like ping pong balls, yeah
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| Bubblegum Cancer
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| So faux so real
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| Bubblegum Cancer
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| So phony you can’t feel it
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| Bubblegum Cancer
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| So pink so black
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| Bubblegum Cancer
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| Big stink under the shrink wrap, yeah
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| Bubble gum Cancer
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| So pink so black
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| Bubblegum Cancer
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| Big stink under the shrink wrap, yeah |