Bubbles and the Seven Phones Lyrics

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We called him bubbles.
Cause he was always in trouble.
Lived a life of fantasies.
Never understood what he waws trying to be.

Bubbles and the seven phones.
Never seemed to have a home
Bubbles and the seven phones.
Never even found his bones.

Had a phone for every of the week.
He sure was a bona fide freak.
His clothes whrere Armani and Gucci.
Had a voice, oily and smoochy.

Bubbles and the seven phones.
Never seemed to have a home
Bubbles and the seven phones.
Never even found his bones.

Was his girl a hooker?
She wasn't a looker.
Pretty rough trader.
How could he have made her?
Was he a dealer?
Was he a broker?
Sure wasn't real.
Quite a joker.

Sat inside his great big car.
Moaned it wouldn't go so far.
Sometimes you can smell his fear.
No-one was suprised when he disappeared.

Bubbles and the seven phones.
Never seemed to have a home
Bubbles and the seven phones.
Never even found his bones.