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 (pronounced as skellington)



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