Carter USM

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

And when the young girl fell
We heard her scream
As they tried to free her from the machinery
Of the carousel

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

The carousel

When the young girl fell
We heard her scream
As they pulled her free from the machinery
Of the carousel

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'

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

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

On the carousel

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\\