Vic Mignogna
Pot Bellied Buddah

It's kind of blasphemous
I 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


Mirror lyrics:

Yeah yeah

Then I put him back on the shelf for another day
‘til I'm clean out of trouble
Rub his tummy and pray
My pot bellied Buddah
When I can't help myself
When I get in a pickle
Pot bellied Buddah I take down from my shelf
[Chorus] [repeat]

(not just a…)

You'll be my King and my friend
A love without end
Gave me forever
You pick me up off a shelf, I believe
You're so much bigger than I can conceive

(You have offended a Xiaolin temple)

Then I put him back on the shelf for another day
‘til I'm clean out of trouble
Rub his tummy and pray
My pot bellied Buddah
When I can't help myself
When I get in a pickle
Pot bellied Buddah I take down from my shelf
[Chorus]

(Like he's a…)

Promise whatever if he'll clean up my mess
Not what I mean, but do I confess
Shrinks to a Cupie Doll
That's when the God of all
Something is spinnin' beyond my control
“Danger, Will Robinson!”
Flappin' my arms again

Then I put him back on the shelf for another day
‘til I'm clean out of trouble
Rub his tummy and pray
My pot bellied Buddah
When I can't help myself
When I get in a pickle
Pot bellied Buddah I take down from my shelf
[Chorus]

(I kind of treat him like a…)

Owe more than I can carry in my fair-weather arms
When easy turns rough and hard or dangerous
It seems like I only call
I talk to God and all
But lyin' is not my particular sin
I shouldn't be sayin' this
It's kind of blasphemous


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