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.