The fair pulled in at 5am
I was drawn by the smell
And the sound
And the sheer vulgarity
He was by the swing
At ease in his tattooed skin
He pins down a girl with a grin
And she falls spontaneously pregnant
He’s the king of the fairground swing
Gives free rides to the girls he fancies
He’s the king of the fairground swing
A blissed out slack jawed son
O’ Levels has he none
But he pulls more than you or your dad ever will
About life and love and bodily fluids
The speaker on the House of Fun
Grinds tunes that even the un-
Hippest milkman can whistle with ease
And they blend with the screams
He’s the king of the fairground swing
Gives free rides to the girls he fancies
He’s the king of the fairground swing
See the king of the fairground swing
Take them back to his mobile chalet
He’s the king of the fairground swing
But I’m out of joint
With the world and their feel
So desperate, so separate
From every single thing that breathes
So when you foul fairground
Leave this drowsy town
Won’t you please take me, please take me, please take me, please take me
Please take me, please take me, please take me, please take me
Please take me, please take me, please take me, please take me
Please take me, please take me, please take me, please take me