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.