Lyrics The Skeleton And The Roundabout - The Idle Race

The 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 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