Around and Around
Most of my songs are based on fact. Fortunately, this applies to the first verse of this song only. The rest of the song (particularly Beryl) is pure fantasy.
The young child is hopping from foot to foot
In the Supermarket checkout queue
He's crying for a sweet but his mother won’t allow it ;
He’s arguing but it ain’t no use
Now he's shouting and he’s having a tantrum
Now he’s jumping wildly up and down
Slips his hand from his mother's and now he’s running
Running around and around
and around and around
and around and around
The other shoppers stop doing what they were doing
They’re hoping that there’s going to be some fun
Look at the child he’s like a little monkey
Running away from his mum
He’s dodging the trolleys she’s running into them
She almost knocks an old lady down
An old man says that she should know better
At her age she should not be running around
and around and around
and around and around
Bang! There goes the tomato ketchup
Eight hundred bottles In a big display
They fall to the ground and some of them split open
The manager comes in with his clothes in disarray
Beryl's in the storeroom adjusting her suspenders
She looks out when she hears the cheering sound
The manager has fallen down in the ketchup
And the boy's found the beer and he’s spraying it around
and around and around
and around and around
Then the little darling, the bundle of joy,
Finds the sweet he’d wanted all along
Puts it in his mouth and then he spits it out
Oh no, It seems that the taste is all wrong
The manager can't believe what is happening
As he struggles up and falls back down
The shoppers are crying almost dying of laughter
As the fire sprinklers start spinning around
and around and around
and around and around
Somehow the beer has shorted out the electrics
And the smoke has set off the fire alarm
Down at the fire station the alarm bells are ringing
As two big red fire engines come on down
The police have come too to assess the situation
And look the manager slowly up and down
The boy and his mother with their unpaid groceries
Walk past the blue lights that are spinning around
and around and around
and around and around
The police have arrested the supermarket manager
If there had been a crime it would have been him
Beryl said he was innocent but nobody believed her
Down in the store room she had found the gin
And all of the shoppers who were laughing oh so merrily
Are laughing on the other side of their faces now
The boy’s father, a pickpocket, had taken their money
As they watched the little boy was running around
and around and around
and around and around
and around and around
and around and around