Swings and Roundabouts

Six o'clock, it's nearly dark

Kicking leaves up in the park

My hands in pockets by the green

Wishing that my nails were clean

I lean my back against a tree

A black bird sits and stares at me

Reflected in his dark black eye

The legacy of all my eyes... Now

Upstairs in the house tonight

I'm coming down to see you

I won't stay in, you won't come out

What are we gonna do about it

Upstairs in the house tonight

I'm coming down to see you

I won't stay in, you won't come out

Little bit swings and roundabouts

Now ten o'clock, I'm drinking beer

I don't know why I come in here

Well it's cold outside, yes that's true

And I don't really have much else to do

There's someone standing at my arm

I think he means to do some harm

'Cause he says he used to be a hero

Staring down into his beer... Oh

Upstairs in the house tonight

I'm coming down to see you

I won't stay in, you won't come out

What are we gonna do about it

Upstairs in the house tonight

I'm coming down to see you

I won't stay in, you won't come out

Little bit swings and roundabouts

Now first... Number one

Can anybody really ever know someone

Two, three

Why is everybody talking about me

Four, five

Is it just for this that we strive

Six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven

Two figures together add up to eleven

Upstairs in the house tonight

I'm coming down to see you

I won't stay in, you won't come out

What are we gonna do about it

Upstairs in the house tonight

I'm coming down to see you

I won't stay in, you won't come out

Little bit swings and roundabouts

Listen to me laughing, Mary

Ha, ha, ha...