Salme Dahlstrom Bombastic
“Bible Bombastik” beating on my eardrum
Ripping up the record machine
Sending wicked chills up and down my spine
Do you know what I mean?
The paparazzi lined up like Nazis
Watching every move that I make
Lighting up the sky with their flash bulbs
Shining like a brand new star
C’mon, c'mon, c'mon
Welcome to wherever you are
Welcome to wherever you are
(New York, it’s Bombastic)
(Tokyo, it’s Bombastic)
(Sydney, it’s Bombastic)
Welcome to wherever you are
(Tune in, it’s Bombastic)
(Check it out, it’s Bombastic)
(Rock it, it’s Bombastic)
Welcome to wherever you are
