You have always thinking of her   You're in love and you don't know what to say   But I saw her at the fair and she feels the same way   She was married by the merry-go-round      The merry-go-round   How merrily we go round   How merrily we go round   The merry-go-round      He was the first one of the day   He was the last one of the night   Oh hold me tight, hold me tight   They said you were wrongened   But I can see in your eyes   How you are gentle and wise   And you had the good stuff   Oh there's a parade of girls outside   That boy's so shy   Why'd you punch out his lights?      He was the first one of the day   He was the last one of the night   Oh mop it up, she'll be alright   Mop it up, she'll be alright   There's a parade on the hall outside   Come on and feel the air outside