Lyrics: When you're rife with devastation, There's a simple explanation: You're a toy-makers creation, Trapped inside a crystal ball. And witch ever way he tilts it, Know that we must be resilient! We won't let them break our spirit, As we sing our silly song. When I was a little filly, A galloping blaze over took my city. So, they shipped me off to the orphanage, Said, "Ditch those roots if you wanna fit in." So I dug one thousand holes, And cut a rug with orphan foals. now memories are blurred, and their faces are obscured, But I still know the words to this song. When you've bungled all your bangles, And you're loved one have been mangled. Listen to the jingle jangle, Of my gypsy tambourine. 'Cause these cords are hypnotising, And the whole world's harmonising. So please children stop your crying, And just sing along with me.
