She traded her love For all of that candy Now it's tacky money that got stuck on her hands She took his name He took her to bed Gave her a winding sheet and a long line of credit I suppose a little cash is all fine and dandy With his stocks and his shares Pinned to her underwear In time, more and more riches would come Her way So I said Give me my daily bread Even one crumb How could she leave me For Pure Bubblegum Turn it on and dial it in Broadcast to infinity K-SHT Missing one I, aye-aye, that's me The I.R.S. turned me upside down for my last red cent The C.I.A. said, "You had better repent" A.B.C.D.F.G. Every Good Boy Deserves... 33 and 1/3 Flavors 57 Varieties These are your priorities You and your God-Fearing Granny You and your Hatenanny You and your Continental You and your Lincoln Rockwell You and your editorial Your Flea-Market Memorial Your Burt and Shirley Signed "Sincerely" You and your Snowbird You and your code word Mother's necessity Your secret recipe You and your cherry pie You and your pickled plum Sit there and suck your thumb Sing "We Shall Overcome" All in a long-winded hum with a big broken drum They can't stick it So for my next trick Who can spend the most Chew on the bed-post? Squint at the blueprint Spit out the peppermint Sprinkle this simpleton with the powder of cinnamon Applause for your escape Scissor the ruby tape Paint my nail purple tint Dance in my footprint Dumb down the discipline For this fine citizen Now see what I've become Pure Bubblegum Pure Bubblegum Sprinkle this simpleton with the powder of cinnamon Pure Bubblegum