Banbury Fair

The month of October, nights drawing in

A crescent moon hung in the sky

Smoke out of chimneys, a frost on the ground

Nothing is passing us by...

Me and a friend, with an evening to spare

My shirt collar whiter then white

We talked our way down to the middle of town

With the music and movement and light

I rode the big wheel and got stuck at the top

With the loveliest girl at the fair

We had a different view of the old town hall clock

As we swung to-and-fro in the air...

Shot on the rifle range, knocked them all down

Missed at the coconut shy

Closed eyes on the waters, we're spinning so fast

We thought we were going to die

At the Talk Of The Town, you've got to be old enough

Down by the boxing booth, acting all rough and tough

The thrills and the spills of it, I had my share

We were coming together for Banbury Fair

To the Teller Of Fate, we both had a go

To see if she proved to be wrong

We palmed her with silver, held onto our breath

She gazed in her huge crystal ball...

"Seeing an animal, seven hands high

Galloping wild and free

Now the picture is fading, I see nothing more

But a very good omen, you'll see"

We bet on a horse, promised another win

With the name on our ticket, Live Duck

So slow, even slower, she was the last post

I thought we were in with some luck

Jumping into the air, "Damn, you bet mine"

A winner right out of the blue

Our hearts were in laughter as we both realized

That's what the old gypsy knew

At the Talk Of The Town, you've got to be old enough

Down by the boxing booth, acting all rough and tough

The thrills and the spills of it, I had my share

We were coming together for Banbury Fair

At the Talk Of The Town, you've got to be old enough

Down by the boxing booth, acting all rough and tough

The thrills and the spills of it, I had my share

We were coming together for Banbury Fair

(Coming together for Banbury Fair)

Coming together for Banbury Fair

(Coming together for Banbury Fair)