Candy Floss Cowboy,
what's wrong with you?
You are brutal and scared and destroy
all the things which bewilder you
And the bells of your town ring out for you
You ain't got your share,
you're on the way to the fair
To find something there,
to meet someone, to have some fun.

The fairground's all dark and dead
A light flickers on, then goes off again
An engine begins to hum,
you wait for the thrum
Which will bring you to life for an hour or two.

Oh Dude, Dude
I can hear you calling out from inside,
from inside,
from inside.

The whine begins to grow louder now
You laugh, such a cold laugh
Such a lonely laugh
And the music begins.

Waiting for a ride,
waiting for a ride
Waiting for a car
on the wall of death
Waiting for a whirl
on the merry-go-round
Listen to the sound
of the roller coaster rider
The helter skelter slider
The big dipper dancer
The chairoplane chancer.

Round and round,
round and round
Round and round,
round and round.

I can hear you
I can hear the cowboy crying
I can hear you cowboy
I can hear you.

Candy Floss Cowboy, Fairground Buccaneer All tripped out in your finest gear In your fancy armour,
plastileather gear
We know they they ask you what you're doing here
Taking a walk to the castle of fear.

Oh Dude, oh Dude, Dude
I can hear you,
I can hear you
I can hear you Dude
I can hear the cowboy crying.

Waiting for a ride,
waiting for a ride
Waiting for a turn on the Wall of Death
Taking a whirl on the Merry-Go-Round
Listen to the sound
of the Roller-Coaster rider
The Helter Skelter slider
The Big Dipper dancer
The Chairoplane chancer.

Going Round and round,
round and round,
round and round,
round and round...

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