I want to ride on the black horse The black horse, the black horse Daddy, put me up on the black horse 'Cause he's the one for me Oh, the black horse lives on the merry-go-round That plays a marching song And it's just like being in a big parade That goes on all day long The music starts and away we go And the black horse gallops and the rest go slow 'Cause he's the one in the very front row And he's the one for me Oh, the white horse is a beautiful horse But he doesn't gallop at all And the little red wagon's only made For children very small But people come from all over town To see the black horse go up and down And I wave my hat when we come around And he's the one for me