He wan an inflatable man

He goes where the wind blows

He was an inflatable man

He did everything that he could

To fly to the left, fly to the right, but he was tied up so tight

Poor man, poor man, poor inflatable man.

Oh this inflatable man who couldn’t fly

He tried so hard to be free, oh how he tried

But all the strings held him down, the did not let him go

All he could do was flap his arms and his torso

Every day he wept, but every day he kept on believe that he would fly into the sky

Poor man, poor man, poor inflatable man.

Mr Inflatable was yellow with a blue stripe

His eyes were black, his head was hollow like a drain pipe

But he has spirit, he had dreams and he had feelings too

Unfortunately he was treated like an empty tube

Every day he tried to hide the fact he died inside

Poor man, poor man, poor inflatable man.

Poor man, poor man, whoa… poor man, whoa…

Fly to the left, fly to the right, fly to the left, fly to the right

Poor man.

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