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
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The Skeleton And The Roundabout
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| Electric Light Orchestra |
