he Stands Towering Over Me Beside My Bed losing His Head tells Me I Must Take Him Seriously frowning 'pon The Usual Way he's Such A Clever Guy then I Wonder, Should I Laugh Or Cry
his Presence In The Striped Pyjamas That I Bought trousers Too Short gives Me Hours Of Philosophy carries On The Way He Does and Me I Get So Tired and I Wonder Should I Laugh Or Cry
i Don't Mind If 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 Belief halfway Up To The End he's Wrapped Up In The Warm And Sacred Truth 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
i Don't Mind If 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 Belief halfway Up To The End he's Wrapped Up In The Warm And Sacred Truth of An Eternal Lie so Should I Laugh Or Cry