Masters of the Balloons

On planet Balloonia, skies are red. Where Skeletor roams, his power widespread. Evil-Lyn struts,

her allure untamed. Masters of the Balloons, their legend proclaim. They crush the

air, they rule the sky. With nails and heels,

they make balloons cry. Pop it high, stomp it low, masters of the

balloons. Let it go, burst the colors, ride the sound. On Balloonia's throne,

they are crowned. A throne of rubber, a kingdom bright.

Balloons rise up then meet their plight. Skeletor laughs, his muscles gleam.

Evil-Lyn whispers, "Fulfill the dream." They blow, they set, they float,