When you're rife with devastation There's a simple explanation: You're a toymaker's creation Trapped inside a crystal ball
And whichever way he tilts it Know that we must be resilient We won't let them break our spirits As we sing this silly song
When we were colts and fillies, a galloping blaze overtook our city They shipped us off to the orphanage. Said, "ditch those roots if you wanna fit in" So we dug one thousand holes and cut a rug with orphan foals Now memories are blurred, and their faces are obscured, but we still, know the words to this song
When you've bungled all your bangles And your loved ones have been mangled Listen to the jingle jangle Of my gypsy tambourine
'Cause these chords are hypnotizing And the whole world's harmonizing So please children stop your crying And just sing along with me
When your bad luck seems to follow And it feels too tough to swallow Just remember it's our life here Deep inside this crystal ball
While each tilt we may not favor There's a few that we can savor So come on let's keep our chin up As we sing this silly song!
Yea it's hard but its part of living It could be worse so accept it easy So I just say take it all in stride And be proud you have the strength to get by-- so As I dig my thousandth hole, Let's cut a rug with all the foals
'Cause a new day dawns and it's time to move on Just remember the words to this song
When you're down on all your luck (No sweat, we can make it through I bet) And feel you just can get unstuck (So just let the big toymaker work the plan's not over yet) Listen to me run amok With my gypsy melody
'Cause these chords are hypnotizing And the whole world's harmonizing So please children stop your crying And just sing along with me