Say goodbye to the fairground, baby Say goodbye to the painted clowns Say goodbye, don't expect a postcard When they move on to another town They'll be gone and they'll just forget you It's okay, just the way it goes Say goodbye to the fairground If the fairground should return You'll be older You won't care They're packing up their carts And pulling down the swings When Monday comes you'll never know that they were here So trade your broken heart for boots or wheels or wings You'll never grow until you Say goodbye to the fairground, Davie Say goodbye, wish it all away Say goodbye to the fairground If the fairground should return You'll be older You won't care