Was it bubblegum 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
an d I came back in haste
There was a big old wad
of bubblegum
that was sittin' in it s place
When the sticky side of the
yin an d yang
on my shoes cramps my style
Some jokers chomping on a
big leek chew
with a big fat Buddha smile
Counting out my chains from the I Ching,
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
Well, my foot got stuck when I hit the gas
and I swerved and missed a skunk
And I ran into a busloads
full of ten Tibetan monks
Well, the bus was wrecked,
nobody got hurt,
but they cussed me really loud
Said, I guess this was the first time
that y 'all broke your silence
vow
Said, please don't call the cops,
man,
and I offered them some wine
We played Chinese checkers
and they beat me every time
Well, they stole the car,
they grabbed the wine,
they said you were bound to lose
And I got left on the side of
the road
with a bubblegum on my shoes
An d the sticky side of the
yin and yang
On my shoes cramps my style
Some jokers chomping on a
big leek chew
With a big fat Buddha smile
Counting out my change from the I Ching
I can't help but hold a grudge
Is it bubblegum or bad karma
Let my guru be the judge
Is it bubblegum or bad karma
Let my guru be the judge
Well, I limped my way
back into town
And the blues came down on me
Couldn't get back to my
humble home
because the monks they took my keys
And I sat down on the doormat
and I hung my head and wept
And I spent the night trying to
meditate out on my front porch steps
I think Ho Chi Minh's got herpes,
man, but Confucius was really cool
Bubblegum makes you stutter,
snuff just makes you drool
Well, I might come back
as a Dalai Lama,
I might come back as a clown
But I hope that things go better
in my next time around
When the sticky side
of the yin and yang
on my shoes cramps my style
Some joker's chomping on a
big leek chew
with a big fat Buddha smile
Counting out my change from the I Ching,
I can't help but hold a grudge
Is it bubble gum or bad karma,
let my guru be the judge
Is it bubble gum or bad karma,
let my guru be the judge
Might come back as a Dalai Lama,
might not come back at all
I come back as a holy cow
grazing in Nepal or
I might come back as an outlaw
rickshaw driver named Omar.
I want to be picking the Hindu blues
with Ravi Shankar
and the sticky side of the yin and yang
on my shoes cramps my style.
Some jokers chomping on a
big leek chew
with a big fat Buddha smile.
I'm counting out my change from the I Ching
I can't help but hold
a grudge.
Is it bubblegum or bad
Is it bubble gum or bad
caramel?
Let my guru be the judge.