Electric Light Orchestra - The Skeleton & The Roundabout Lyrics
Climb aboard my roundaboutClimb aboard my roundaboutI am the fairground man at heartI run the roundabout this partI fill this fair but custom have I noneI turn the handle round so fast it makes my elbow acheNobody seems to careNo-one rides upon my roundabout no longer anymoreOh what a horrid fair!Climb aboard my roundaboutClimb aboard my roundaboutClimb aboard my roundaboutClimb aboard my roundaboutMoney there is none - Im thinner than a skeletonBut wait a minute, Im so thinThat all these aches and pains could be a chance for meI could be a horror or a ghost in a ghost trainI think Ill go and seeI meet the man who runs the ghost trainHe says, youre just great!Ill pay you top class wagesIf youll just hang from this gateA year is passing lots of food and money come my wayOh lucky man am iBut whos this telling me, youre fired!Youre much too fat to be a ghost, be on your way!So here I amClimb aboard my roundaboutClimb aboard my roundaboutClimb aboard my roundaboutClimb aboard my roundabout