(B. Andersson / B. Ulvaeus)

 

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 dressed
in the striped pyjamas that I bought -
trousers too short
Gives 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 a big balloon
halfway up to the moon
He’s wrapped up
in the warm and safe cocoon
of an eternal lie
So should I laugh or cry?

Strange how
dangerously indifferent I have grown
cold as a stone
No 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…