Idle Race (The)

Skeleton and the Roundabout
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 noneI 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 roundaboutMoney there is none - I'm thinner than a skeletonBut 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 seeI meet the man who runs the ghost train Letras de cancionesHe 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 amClimb aboard my roundabout Climb aboard my roundabout Climb aboard my roundabout Climb aboard my roundabout From Letras Mania