Frida 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 On his small philosophy Carries on the way he does And me I get so tired And I wonder Should I laugh or cry Agnetha, Frida 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 save cocoon Of an eternal lie So should I laugh or cry Frida Strange how Dangerously indifferent I have grown Cold as a stone No more Pain as there was pain before Far away he rambles on I feel my throat go dry And I wonder Should I laugh or cry Agnetha, Frida 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 save cocoon Of an eternal lie So should I laugh or cry