I am a bubble and I was born in a bubble machine
soapy water and a puff of air that's how I came to be
I'm pleased to meet you so nice to great you how do you do?
sit back relax and I'll tell you my story and every bit is true

On a summer day in the heat of June on an island in the east
a toy store flipped on a bubble machine and out popped me
along with a billion other bubbles but I don't follow the crowd
I ventured forth and headed north all the other bubbles they went south

Now being a bubble is easy as pie I'm pretty and shiny and new
but if I land on a hand or touch the ground my good times will be through
I was feeling nervous cause so much hurts us bubbles are weak
I'm frail and poor and life is short that's why I wanna fly free

This is a bubble rap from a bubble to you and me
listen to this bubble rap and set your bubbles free

With that in mind I hit the sky to check out my neighborhood
groovin on the pattern of lower Manhattan New York was lookin good
the city is gritty but I'm delicate and pretty with an iridescent glow
all the businessmen and the fine fine ladies stopped to tell me so

The hustle and the bustle of the concrete jungle made me sad and scared
a break from the rubble is what this bubble needed then and there
I drifted north to a great big park to see the scenery
peace and quiet is nice when you got a lot of vulnerabilities

The green green grass was so serene I was happy and relaxed
but I floated too close to the leaves of grass when the wind blew me back (Walt Whitman)
up up up so high in the sky so high that I could see
I was the only bubble that was free from trouble free free free

My delicate shell wasn't made to last like me this was clear
but that was ok 'cause life is play so I left the atmosphere
past the moon and pretty soon I'd gone too far to stop
the earth was round and there was no sound when I thought I heard a pop