When the fat kid gets off we'll climb on the lead horse \\
And ride him into the night\\
I've been saving a place on my back for your face, \\
Wrap your arms round my waist and hold tight\\
On the carousel\\
Away from the show offs spinning the waltzers, making the pretty girls scream\\
We'll stay with the mother consoling her daughter \\
When she drops her scoop of ice cream\\
On the carousel\\
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And when the young girl fell    \\
We heard her scream\\
As they tried to free her from the machinery\\
Of the carousel\\
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Before the fair opened, the carousel showman would polish the barley twist poles\\
Oiling the gears and cleaning the mirrors, testing the roundabout's controls\\
Some people say the carousel's too slow, others say it's a white knuckle ride\\
And the galloper's showman picking gum off the horses says it's a metaphor for life\\
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The carousel\\
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When the young girl fell\\
We heard her scream\\
As they pulled her free from the machinery\\
Of the carousel\\
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There's a Wurlitzer organ at the carousel's centre grinding out an old fashioned tune\\
Battling with the slick pop, the R & B and hip hop from the dodgems and the 'Rocket to the Moon'\\
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When the ride's over I'll throw a dart into a playing card and win you an oversized toy \\
A generic pink panther with a face like an anchor sewn on by a six-year-old boy\\
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Who'll never ride the waltzers or the cup and saucers or listen to an old fashioned song\\
As the ride slows to a stop like an old broken clock and the Wurlitzer organ plays on\\
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On the carousel\\
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When the young girl fell\\
We heard her scream\\
As they pulled her free\\
From the deadly teeth\\
Of the gears beneath\\
The cranks and wheels\\
The iron and steel\\
Of the machinery\\\\