The Merry-Go-Round

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