The Skeleton And The Roundabout — Electric Light Orchestra

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