vic mignogna – pot-bellied buddah lyrics
it’s kind of blasphemousi shouldn’t be sayin’ this
but lyin’ is not my particular sin
i talk to god and all
it seems like i only call
when easy turns rough and hard or dangerous
owe more than i can carry in my fair-weather arms
(i kind of treat him like a)
[chorus]
pot bellied buddah i take down from my shelf
when i get in a pickle
when i can’t help myself
my pot bellied buddah
rub his tummy and pray
’til i’m clean out of trouble
then i put him back on the shelf for another day
flappin’ my arms again
danger, will robinson!
something is spinnin’ beyond my control
that’s when the god of all
shrinks to a cupie doll
not what i mean, but do i confess
promise whatever if he’ll clean up my mess
(like he’s a)
[chorus]
pot bellied buddah i take down from my shelf
when i get in a pickle
when i can’t help myself
my pot bellied buddah
rub his tummy and pray
’til i’m clean out of trouble
then i put him back on the shelf for another day
(you have offended a xiaolin temple)
you’re so much bigger than i can conceive
you pick me up off a shelf, i believe
gave me forever
a love without end
you’ll be my king and my friend
(not just a)
[chorus] [repeat]
pot bellied buddah i take down from my shelf
when i get in a pickle
when i can’t help myself
my pot bellied buddah
rub his tummy and pray
’til i’m clean out of trouble
then i put him back on the shelf for another day
yeah yeah
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