He stands towering over me beside my bed,
losing his head.
Tells me I must take him seriously,
droning on the usual way.
He’s such a clever guy.
And I wonder, should I laugh or cry?
He’s (he’s) dressed (dressed) in the striped pyjamas that I bought,
trousers too short.
Gives (gives) me (me) of his small philosophy.
Carries on the way he does,
and me, I get so tired.
And I wonder, should I laugh or cry?
High and mighty his banner flies.
A fool’s pride in his eyes.
Standing there on his toes to grow in size. (All I see is)
All I see is a big balloon (big balloon)
halfway up to the moon. (halfway to the moon)
He’s wrapped up in the warm and safe cocoon
of an eternal lie.
So, should I laugh or cry?
Strange (strange) how (how) dangerously indifferent I have grown,
cold as a stone.
No (no) more (more) pain where there was pain before.
Far away he rambles on.
I feel my throat go dry.
And I wonder, should I laugh or cry?
High and mighty his banner flies.
A fool’s pride in his eyes.
Standing there on his toes to grow in size. (All I see is)
All I see is a big balloon (big balloon)
halfway up to the moon. (halfway to the moon)
He’s wrapped up in the warm and safe cocoon
of an eternal lie.
So, should I laugh or cry? (So, should I laugh or cry?)