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 run 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 La la la la .