All The Fun Of The Funfair

Her eyes they're like pear drops Soft-centred when happy, But hardboiled like eggs, While grudgingly she smiles. When happy she winks, asks "Am I the right one for you phoney? " As you are for me "I love dodgem rides, clear the gangway". If you love—me too—she says Then let's run away. Over the hill of the prairies to play Our little games … Not to go astray, roll far away You can be Jack, and I will be Jill Our hearts they're like test crash dummies But she wouldn't have it any other way. Those other happy lovers are all phonies When she's happy, doe-winks-asks? "Am I the right one for you phoney? " As are you for me But of course, I still love you I'm just teasing, teasing, teasing you Love, you're all the fun of the funfair. By Nutan Sarawagi & Mark Andrew Heathcote