the boy least likely to
a balloon on a broken string
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