Walking through the city

And you catch a whiff of childhood

It's magic and ephemeral

It feels too good to be true

You see him on the corner

And he's holding a magic wand

It's dripping with the future

And it's raining on everyone

They call him Bubble Man

He's made of bubblegum

You can almost touch him

And then he's gone

They call him Bubble Man

He's made of bubblegum

You can almost touch him

And then he's gone

He's gone

I'm tryna live in a bubble

It's the only place where I'm safe

I'm tryna live in a bubble

It's the only place where I'm safe

They call him Bubble Man

He's made of bubblegum

You can almost touch him

And then he's gone

They call him Bubble Man

He's made of bubblegum

You can almost touch him

And then he's gone

He's gone