Rahaha, I'm the ol' Pincushion Man... terror of Balloony Land!
A work of pure, existential genius: the Pincushion Man is death and we're all a bunch of balloons.
Come on, Clown, sing us a chorus from Pagliacci!
A work of pure, existential genius: the Pincushion Man is death and we're all a bunch of balloons.
Come on, Clown, sing us a chorus from Pagliacci!