Balloon Man - Robyn Hitchcock, The Egyptians

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’d 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 cried for you

And balloon man blew up in my hand

He spattered me with tomatoes, hummus, chick peas

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 wish I could ride 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 marshmallows and they’re jumping off the Empire State

And I laughed like I always do

And I cried like I cried for you

And balloon man blew up in my hand

Balloon man blew up in my hand