Letra da Música: Balloons - The Boomers

All I ever wanted was a simple life
A couple of simple kids and a simple wife
But the trouble with simple is it does not exist
At least everyone I ever loved never made that list

Oh that's the trouble, there's always a pin for every bubble
If you're going to do something , you better make it soon
So many pins I'm running out of balloons

My children gave me so much grief I thought I would die
One could look you in the face and tell the boldest lie
The other says "doing nothing, now that's the key"
And according to my wife they get it all from me

Oh that's the trouble, there's always a pin for every bubble
If you're going to do something you better make it soon
So many pins I'm running out of balloons

Oh I might get a little down and think what's the point
But I'm going to stick around until they close this joint
And I'll get another idea and hold it to my heart
And not tell anyone, in case they tear it apart