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 little boy is jumping from foot to foot
In the Supermarket checkout queue
He's asking for a sweet but his mama 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 up and down
He pulls away from his mama and now he’s running
Running around and around
and around and around
and around and around
The other shoppers stop doing what they are doing
They’re getting ready for some fun
Look at that boy he's a proper little monkey
Look at him running away from his mum
He’s dodging the trolleys but she’s banging into them
Oh No! She's almost knocked an old lady down
"Watch what you're doing" says an old man
"At your age you shouldn't 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 - his clothes in disarray
Beryl's in the storeroom adjusting her suspenders
She looks out at the cheering sound
The manager has fallen down in the ketchup
The boy's found the beer and he’s spraying it around
and around and around
and around and around
Oh the little darling, the bundle of joy,
He's found 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
He gets up and then he falls back down
The shoppers are crying nearly dying of laughter
As the fire sprinklers start spinning around
and around and around
and around and around
The beer has shorted out the electrics
And the smoke has set off the fire alarm
Down at the fire station the alarm bells were ringing
As two big red fire engines hurry on down
The police come too to assess the situation
They look the manager up and look him down
As the boy and his mother with their unpaid groceries
Walk past the blue lights spinning around
and around and around
and around and around
The police arrest the supermarket manager
If there had been a crime then it must have been him
Beryl said he was innocent but nobody believed her
Down in the store room she'd found the gin
And 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 that little boy was running around
and around and around
and around and around
and around and around
and around and around