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 runs 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