The Skeleton And The Roundabout

Climb aboard my roundabout

Climb aboard my roundabout

I am the fairground man at heart

I run the roundabout this part

I fill this fair but custom have I none

I turn the handle round so fast it makes my elbow ache

Nobody seems to care

No-one rides upon my roundabout no longer anymore

Oh what a horrid fair!

Climb aboard my roundabout

Climb aboard my roundabout

Climb aboard my roundabout

Climb aboard my roundabout

Money there is none - I'm thinner than a skeleton

But wait a minute, I'm so thin

That all these aches and pains could be a chance for me

I could be a horror or a ghost in a ghost train

I think I'll go and see

I meet the man who runs the ghost train

He says, "you're just great!

I'll pay you top class wages

If you'll just hang from this gate"

A year is passing lots of food and money come my way

Oh lucky man am I

But who's this telling me, "you're fired!

You're much too fat to be a ghost, be on your way!"

So here I am

Climb aboard my roundabout

Climb aboard my roundabout

Climb aboard my roundabout

Climb aboard my roundabout