The story of the red balloon,
She was playing
With her red balloon
Tossing it you up
Into the air
Throwing and kicking
And blowing and punching
And running and jumping
And skipping and putting it
Onto her head
It was the best friend
She ever ha-ad
She never seemed
To ever get tired of
Throwing and kicking
And blowing and punching
And running and jumping
And skipping and putting it
Onto her head
But, balloons ha-ave
A very short life
She didn't do
Anything wrong
But sad my friend
I ha-ave to say-ay
At twelve o'clock
On the very next day
Her balloon went