@ BuquebusIn old Blubladan
A young smart monsquan
Was born with an itch
Diagnosed wanton
An itch that no one seen
Not this bad is what I mean
This uncontrollable urge
To make some elements merge
Not like fire and water
Coincidentally pure
Bringing back the feeling
Against the royal extreme
Buquebus you can\'t do what you want
A man we call leader told you not
To have fun or act this way
Don\'t disobey
It\'s not okay
So says the king himself
You have to stop shooting off your guns
Buquebus you\'re having too much fun
Our doctors are gonna kill your itch
You son of a bitch
You make me sick
Now get the hell out of my face
Buquebus (x6)
Buquebus left the king\'s face
Brought to a doctor\'s place
Where then he felt so aghast
As they abash and attempt
To remove his itch and his rash
And they fail
Because it lies with his face
For he is chosen to be
The most radical spirit to save
Blubladan
He escapes from the hiss
Ready to spread his bliss
In any way shape or form
Not wanting to conform
First step the ultimate kiss
That\'s what created the itch
It starts with a person
A special loving person
Or persons for that matter
You see what I\'m getting at
For now a subsitute
In his little breakfast food
An advertisement is what he needs
To spread the itch and break the king
Buquebus composes a little jingle
It hits the charts as a number one singleEat your breakfast \'cross the nation
Psychedelic fun sensations
With your woman\'s one way to feel them
Natural way is meditation
Eat your breakfast \'cross the nation
Pancakes and baconPsychedelic fun sensations
Elated nationWith your woman\'s one way to feel them
Good vibrationsNatural way is meditation
LevitationBlubladan is eating them right now
Can\'t do anything but shout about
We\'re gonna shout about
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