A Balloon On A Broken String

The Boy Least Likely To

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