Birds are singing in the trees
As we rise up in a beautiful morning
But I can't hear
That beautiful sound
Because I'm permanently yawning
What about the time of the fancy dress
When you came dressed as your mom
And there I was splendid in my penguin suit
So scared to show my bill
You must have been listening to your Carousel
Your Carousel
That Carousel
Remember the time
When I turned the house into a rocket ship
And you refused to come to Mars
You said "It's too far"
You had to be back by six to watch your Carousel
Carousel
Oh, Carousel
Saturn's much too far
You had to watch Carousel
(What's going on in there?)
When we first met
I asked you for your hand
I didn't really mean that hand
I meant join hands
Bake phallic cake
(Bake phallic cake)
Carry 'round sticky tape
And love those devil dogs
Be an Indian elephant
Bait straight people
But you must to missed my wink
You must to missed my wink
(I love you, but you're boring, you know)
Oh, you must to missed my wink
My wink, must to missed my wink.
(Maybe you were too busy)
Listening Carousel, Carousel.
Listening to Carousel.
(I really do love you, but you're so particularly boring)
Watching Carousel,
Listening, Carousel,
Living Carousel.
You were watching Carousel,
Listening, Carousel,
Living Carousel.
You were watching Carousel,
You were listening Carousel,
You were living Carousel.
You were watching Carousel,
You were living Carousel.
You were watching Carousel,
You were watching Carousel
You were watching Carousel
You were watching Carousel.
Writer(s): Dave Rotheray, Paul Heaton
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