The big fat [bad word] eating all the pie
Blow up the balloons
Suck the air out of the sky
Balloons in suits inflating all the time
Corporation ball
Suck the air out of the sky

Show me when to laugh, making children cry
Show me how to live, making lots of people die
(They’re making all the lovely people die)

Balloons with grins, they’re bobbing down the hall
Corridors of power
It’s the corporation ball

The skin and bones, they’re toiling in the fields
Dreaming all the while
Of a lovely big meal
My kingdom for a tiny piece of pie
Snatch it with a hand
With my teeth I won’t be shy

I will be your friend, anything you like
Just a little taste, but no matter how I
Crawl and beg, I’m never getting any from the

Big fat [bad word] eating all the pie
Show me how to live
I’m so hungry I could die

“Cry in my shadow while above you I loom
I’m getting richer, I’m a laughing balloon”

Balloons are brightly coloured to be sure
Float them in the air
But they end up on the floor
[bad word] and pricks it with a pin
Go out with a bang
Shall we let the fun begin?

Show me when to laugh, making children cry
Show me how to live, everybody has to die
And there are no exceptions, not even the

Big fat [bad word] eating all the pie
Show me how to live
I’m so hungry I could die.