It's important to learn to laugh at ourselves,
Don't take life too seriously
You're in a bubble
The money's just doubled
So call the police
Cos your karma's in trouble
You're in a bubble
Give baby a cuddle
You're losing control
And you're sellin' your soul
Big mouth, big money
You bitch, you ain't that funny
Got somethin' to burn, and love to waste
It's a social climb, to big bad taste
Rich bitch, sugar daddy, whizz kids, city boy
Jet setting, Go getting, grown-up toys
Heart breakin', money makin', earth-quaking, love fakin'
Where's your heart, did you sell that too
You're in a bubble
The money's just doubled
So call the police
Cos your karma's in trouble
You're in a bubble
Give baby a cuddle
You're losing control
And you're sellin' your soul
Paranoid, star lover
You talk rich, and that's your cover
The more you get, the more you chase
Wipe that prada smile from that rada face
Dressed up, messed up, green-eyed sycophant
Pushy mother, lost brother in real hot pants
Heart breakin', money makin' hot-head fool
To get your own way, divide and rule
You're in a bubble
The money's just doubled
So call the police
Cos your karma's in trouble
You're in a bubble
Give baby a cuddle
You're losing control
And you're sellin' your soul
You talk rich, you bitch
And that's your cover, star lover
You're in a bubble
The money's just doubled
So call the police
Cos your karma's in trouble
You're in a bubble
Give baby a cuddle
You're losing control
And you're sellin' your soul
[I'm only joking!]
You're in a bubble (narcissistic, narcissistic)
The money's just doubled (narcissistic, narcissistic)
So call the police (narcissistic, narcissistic)
Cos your karma's in trouble (narcissistic, narcissistic)
You're in a bubble (narcissistic, narcissistic)
Give baby a cuddle (narcissistHey pussycat
What's going down
Whatever happened to saturday night
When you dressed up sharp and you felt all right
It don't seem the same since cosmic light
Came into my life, I thought I was divine, wo wo
I used to go for a ride with a chick who'd go
And listen to the music on the radio
A saxophone was blowing on a rock'n'roll show
We climbed in the back seat, and really had a good time
Hot patootie, bless my soul, I really love that rock and roll
Hot patootie, bless my soul, I really love that rock and roll
My head was swimming from the perfume I smelled
My hands kind of fumbled with her white plastic belt
I'd taste her baby pink lipstick and that's when I'd melt
She'd whisper in my ear tonight she really was mine
Get back in front, put some hair oil on
Buddy Holly was singing his very last song (bop sho wop)
With your arms around your girl you'd try to sing along (bop sho wop)
It felt pretty good (bop sho wop) because you'd really had a good time
Hot patootie, bless my soul (yeah yeah) I really love that rock and roll (rock and roll)
Hot patootie, bless my soul, I really love that rock and roll
Hot patootie, bless my soul (I really love) I really love that rock and roll
Hot patootie, bless my soul, I really love that rock and roll
Hey
Hot patootie, bless my soul, I really love that rock and roll
Hot patootie, bless my soul, I really love that
Hot patootie, bless my soul (I really love) I really love that rock and roll
Hot patootie, bless my soul, I really love that (yeah yeah yeah)
Hot patootie, bless my soul, I really love that rock and roll (I really love that)
Hot patootie, bless my soul, I really love that rock and roll
Hot patootie, bless my soul, I really love that rock and rock and rock and roll
Hot patootie!