I was born yesterday

Don't know nothin'

Eyes open wide

Seem to be on a funny farm

Guess i'll go on the nanana



You got to roll roll roll roll

You got to roll roll roll roll roll

On the nanana



It's scrapin' slow

Up to the top



I don't really like this

It don't seem right

It's on the top now

Zooming down down down

Looking around

Won't nobody stop this thing



You got to roll...



Some of the creatures laughing







With their hands up in the air

Others over the edge getting sick

One or two sitting quiet

And mad

Like they want their

Money back

They wanna get off

But you can't do that...no

You can't do that



You got to roll...



In my cherry apple cheeks

And my cotton candy

Mouth

And a stupid fuzzy hat

And a voice with which to shout



I got to roll. . .

Till the cows come home