The Skeleton and the Roundabout

The Skeleton and the Roundabout - The Idle Race

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 none

I 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 roundabout

Money there is none

I'm thinner than a skeleton

But 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 see

I meet the man who run the ghost train

He 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 am

Climb aboard my roundabout

Climb aboard my roundabout

Climb aboard my roundabout

Climb aboard my roundabout

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