Lyrics Graham Parker

Graham Parker

Fairground

Let's go down to the fairground

Go down side by side

Let's remember what life was like

When life was a wild ride

Let's go down to the fairground

Before it's up and gone

Get your tight blue jeans out

And try to get 'em on

Let's go down to the fairground

Let's go down

We can watch the Carneys spin the cars

And make the young girls cry

They always seem to have bad skin

And one lazy eye

And one on them's on your money

And the others on the floor

They gotta keep their noses clean

And watch out for the law

Let's go down to the fairground

Let's go down

Check out that big black guy

Who works the Ferris wheel

He looks like he's been around

Let's ask him how it feels

Traveling around from town to town

With many a lesson learned

Putting up that giant wheel

Just to watch that damned thing turn

Let's go down to the fairground

Let's go down

See that girl in the tattered dress

Who runs the Octopus ride

She's no more than fourteen

And already one inside

And every tattoo that's tattood

Upon her hide

Tells the story of her life

A life of pain and pride

How her mother used her

And left her all alone

Her stepdaddy abused her

So she ran away from home

She set her sights on Hollywood

But winded up in Maine

Went the wrong direction

On a cargo train

But hey it ain't too bad now

She's movin' on at last

She forgot about tomorrow

And forgets about the past

Let's go down to the fairground

Let's go down

Let's go down to the fairground

Let's go down my dear

Watch those young tow-headed kids

Grin from ear to ear

Maybe the know something

That we forgot about

Our lives became so complex

We blocked the fun right out

Let's go down to the fairground

Let's go down

Well the girl who takes the tickets

For the ghost train around the back

Looks a lot like Courtney Love

You know a real class act

And I'll bet that that's her boyfriend

Who runs the Hoopla stand

Maybe he's a genius that no one understands

Maybe he's an inventor

Clever with his hands

Right now he's just small time

But he's got big plans

Or maybe he's just a shifty guy

That's got a violent streak

Maybe he's the one who murdered

That clown and and got away scott free

Let's go down to the fairground

Let's go down

Let's go down to the fairground

Before it's up and gone

Get your tight blue jeans out

And try to get 'em on

Get 'em on