she don't squawk...she don't mock
she don't give me heat
my shiny vinyl angel
always makes my life so sweet

she don't give me headaches
she don't cause me strain
so velvety is my angel
and ever will remain

then one night i'm lookin' for my girl to have a scene
and there's my blow-up angel with no air left in between

she lays in folds...her mammaries just caved-in rolls
my angel is inflatable...(also is deflatable)
she lays in folds...her mammaries just caved-in rolls
my angel is inflatable...(also is deflatable)

slipped a hose under her neck
then i was breathin' to beat all heck
though i tried...there was no way
this takes more lungs than i

pump was shakin' as i used
but nothin' could help this gal, abused
ol' pump handle flew from me
and smacked me in the eye

i want to touch and pet her
and fool around and such
to see her in this empty shape
is really just too much

she lays in folds...her mammaries just caved-in rolls
my angel is inflatable...(also is deflatable)
she lays in folds...her mammaries just caved-in rolls
my angel is inflatable...(also is deflatable)

its okay...i had a plan
i saw that service station man
he turned his big compressor on
and into her, pure air was drawn

went too far...overfilled
now, like a kite, i fly it
she's takin' off and starts to zoom
i'd hoped to keep this private

a part of her has just been ripped
the head and all four limbs get stripped
and now, i don't espy it
oh crap...i didn't wanna fly it

she lays in folds...her mammaries just caved-in rolls
my angel is inflatable...(also is deflatable)
she lays in folds...her mammaries just caved-in rolls
my angel is inflatable...(also is deflatable)