Sounds of fun, plastered smiles so big.
Wooden horses so smooth so lean.
Same course they always move in course with the mysterious music playing behind.
That spot they stay, but in circles they move.
So colorful they are but stiff as a rock that shines sadness.
Emotions so dead with smiles of happiness.
Forced to stay, forced to go, that music which gives the glow of the true feelings astow.
When the sounds move and the rythym of the music begins... Round and round they go.
The merry go rou d of U.S.A.