The Merry-Go-Round Performer(s): Harry Hemsley
Sometimes when I'm very good, Dad takes me to the fair I love to see the sideshows, and the crowds of people there "What do you want," my Daddy says, "where would you like to go? How about the monkey house, speak up," but I say No
I want to go on the merry-go-round, merry-go-round, merry-go-round And ride upon horses that don't touch the ground On the merry-go-merry-go-round The horses with legs that are perfectly still Yet run just as fast, be it up, or down hill Where there's never a stumble and never a spill On the merry-go-merry-go-round
I have to go to Sunday School, most every other week And sit as quiet as a mouse, and never never speak Who wants to go to heaven, said my teacher one fine day "We do," said the other kids, so I said that's O.K.
I want to go on the merry-go-round, merry-go-round, merry-go-round And ride on a horse with his feet off the ground On the merry-go-merry-go-round The horse has a post running right through its back Which I hold with both hands as it runs round the track And I only let go, just to give it a smack On the merry-go-merry-go-round
Mother said to me one day, it seems a trifle sad To think that you're an only child, so I've consulted Dad And he suggests a sister dear, with eyes of deepest blue Thank you Mother dear, I said, if it's all the same to you
I want to go on the merry-go-round, merry-go-round, merry-go-round 'Cos I know the best horse that's ever been found On the merry-go-merry-go-round My horse is a racer, and runs very fast No horse overtakes it, they never get past My horse comes in first, and the others all last On the merry-go-merry-go-round
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