Mr. Bubble

You sit in your office Oh all those papers to be filled Looking to the left you se another pile. It´s even bigger than the first one Yeah, lunchbrake in 20 minutes So you go and eat some crap food Junkfood don´t do you any good at all And you rush bac to the office You even say hello to the janitor in the doorway He cleans up your trash for you And sometimes you don´t even notice him at all. Well, you live in a bubble You live in a bubble yeah Mr. Bubble Your coming home Your wife barely notices you You have a god but you seldom pet it You seldom take her out for a walk and if you do You complain that it doesen´t obey you It doesen´t obey you Why Should it? A dog needs a soul to follow And you are Mr. Bubble You are just Mr. Bubble And you have some friends, you seldom see them And when you have some time in your tight schedule to meet them you are nervous about meeting your own friends. Mr. Bubble