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Climb aboard my roundabout |
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Climb aboard my roundabout |
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I am the fairground man at heart |
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I run the roundabout this part |
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I fill this fair but custom have I none |
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I turn the handle round so fast it makes my elbow ache |
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Nobody seems to care |
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No-one rides upon my roundabout no longer anymore |
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Oh what a horrid fair! |
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Climb aboard my roundabout |
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Climb aboard my roundabout |
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Climb aboard my roundabout |
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Climb aboard my roundabout |
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Money there is none - I'm thinner than a skeleton |
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But wait a minute, I'm so thin |
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That all these aches and pains could be a chance for me |
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I could be a horror or a ghost in a ghost train |
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I think I'll go and see |
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I meet the man who runs the ghost train |
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He says, "you're just great! |
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I'll pay you top class wages |
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If you'll just hang from this gate" |
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A year is passing lots of food and money come my way |
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Oh lucky man am I |
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But who's this telling me, "you're fired! |
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You're much too fat to be a ghost, be on your way!" |
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So here I am |
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Climb aboard my roundabout |
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Climb aboard my roundabout |
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Climb aboard my roundabout |
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Climb aboard my roundabout |