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