Song parody of
Merry-go-Round
by Metro Expo
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After a few days of walking
I reach the first point of the map
Who will I be stalking?
What will be the trap?
There is a fair in town
Kids are rushing behind their hoops
The bearded lady has a crown
And the hillbillies shoot
There's no sound
On the merry go round
Wooden horses slide
Up and down, up and down
And go for another round
There's no sound
On the merry go round
And the circular floor
Is spinning more and more
So much more, much more than before
Patrons and vendors in a tent
Grab each other's shoulders and dance
The bartender's wife makes them chant
Guess they're all good old friends
Meanwhile, I gathered the kiddoes
I suggested we go hook rubber ducks
An invitation to "the Torpedo"
Then they scattered, in a panic-struck
I hear a crowd
Near the merry go round
I see torches on fire
Going up, going down
And pitchforks are shaken around
Hear the crowd
Near the merry go round
And the circular floor doesn't spin anymore
It seems I'm not welcome, for sure
I can feel those angry eyes laying on me
My attitude has been mistaken
I can't claim my innocence, villagers lost their sense
Their behaviour push me to run
And run
And run
Ooh, my head pounds
Hurry up, don't fall down
Leave behind this crazy town
Loose that crowd, no more merry go round
No more circular floor, no more esprit de corps
Move on to the next step, the next door
After a few days of walking
I reach the first point of the map
Who will I be stalking?
What will be the trap?
There is a fair in town
Kids are rushing behind their hoops
The bearded lady has a crown
And the hillbillies shoot
There's no sound
On the merry go round
Wooden horses slide
Up and down, up and down
And go for another round
There's no sound
On the merry go round
And the circular floor
Is spinning more and more
So much more, much more than before
Patrons and vendors in a tent
Grab each other's shoulders and dance
The bartender's wife makes them chant
Guess they're all good old friends
Meanwhile, I gathered the kiddoes
I suggested we go hook rubber ducks
An invitation to "the Torpedo"
Then they scattered, in a panic-struck
I hear a crowd
Near the merry go round
I see torches on fire
Going up, going down
And pitchforks are shaken around
Hear the crowd
Near the merry go round
And the circular floor doesn't spin anymore
It seems I'm not welcome, for sure
I can feel those angry eyes laying on me
My attitude has been mistaken
I can't claim my innocence, villagers lost their sense
Their behaviour push me to run
And run
And run
Ooh, my head pounds
Hurry up, don't fall down
Leave behind this crazy town
Loose that crowd, no more merry go round
No more circular floor, no more esprit de corps
Move on to the next step, the next door
