Is this the real Brit?
Is he not fantasy?
I'm caught in a down drift,
No escape from the cruelty.
Open your eyes,
Look out to the pool and see.
He's just a pool toy, he has our sympathy,
Because I'm drowning here, soon will go.
Little high, little low.
Anyway the air blows doesn't really matter. Save me, save me!
Mama, just popped the fur,
Put a pump against his cap,
Pumped him up, now he's fat.
Mama, life has just begun,
But now I've have filled him all away.
Didn't mean to make him pop,
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow,
I carry on, carry on collecting all his parts.
Too late, pump time was too long,
I've filled him all with air
Rubber body everywhere.
Goodbye everybody. I've done to much.
Gotta leave the parts behind and face the truth.
Don't wanna him to die,
I sometimes wish I'd never pumped at all.
I see a foxy silhouette of a fur,
Isaac, Isaac, will you do the Fandango?
Belly rub and squeaking,
Very, very creaking he.
I'm just a pool toy, everyb