I was walking up Sixth avenue when Balloon Man came right up to me
he was round and fat and spherical with the biggest grin I ever seen
he bounced on up toward me but before we could be introduced
he blew up very suddenly I guess his name was probably Bruce
and I laughed like I always do and I cried like I cry for you
and balloon man blew up in my hand
he spattered me with tomatoes, hummos, chickpeas and some strips of skin
so I made a right on 44th and I washed my hands when I got in
and it rained like a slow divorce and I wished I could buy a horse
and balloon man blew up in my hand
I was walking up sixth avenue when balloon man blew up in my face
there were loads of them on Bryant Park so I didn't feel out of place
there must have been a plague of them on the TV when I came home late
They were guzzling marshmellows and jumping off the Empire state
and I laughed like I always do and I cried like I cry for you
and balloon man blew up in my hand, balloon man blew up in my hand
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