A Balloon On a Broken String - The Boy Least Likely To, Peter Hobbs, Jof Owen

I’m not a boy,

I’m a big, fat balloon

Flapping in the wind

Floating over the treetops

On a broken string

I’ve never been tied down

To anything

Because I’m free

I suppose

I can go

Where I want to go

I drift carelessly

On a summer breeze

I bounce above the trees

I try to be cheerful

But I can feel myself

Deflating all the time

Up in the sky.

Because I’m a balloon

On a broken string

I’m not attached to

Anyone or anything

Anymore

Oh-oh-oh

Schooby-doo

Tra-la-la

I’m sad and alone

But you’d never know

It to look at me

I look ever so happy

Up here by myself

But I wish sometimes I looked

The way I felt

Because I’m a balloon

On a broken string

I’m don’t belong to

Anyone or anything

Anymore

Anymore

I’m a balloon

On a broken string

I’m not attached

To anyone or anything

I’m a balloon

On a broken string

I don’t belong to

Anyone or anything

And I know I look shiny and bouncy

But I’m all empty inside

And I worry that if I was to just burst suddenly

That nobody would even notice me

I know I look shiny and bouncy

But I’m all empty inside

And I worry that if I was to just burst suddenly

That nobody would even notice me

I know I look shiny and bouncy

But I’m all empty inside

And I worry that if I was to just burst suddenly

That nobody would even notice me

I know I look shiny and bouncy

But I’m all empty inside

And I worry that if I was to just burst suddenly

That nobody would even notice me