In this fairground lovers laugh And in this fairground sorrows of the past How many stories dramas and tales Love that blossomed love that failed And in this fairground where the barrel organ plays Where lovers meet and spend such happy days And in this fairground where the barrel organ plays Where lovers meet and spend such happy days Well Marie the drum major for you lusts To bear his children and desire to thrust In this faiground where love and hate do grow amongst the garish neon stories they do flow just another story, one more to tell how many stories do these turnstiles swell And in this fairground the drum major stalks his prey So this doom laden tale it slowly spins away And in this fairground the drum major stalks his prey So this doom laden tale slowly spins away Amongst the shadows the drum major licks his lips desiring your form and the swivel of your hips In this fairground the tales they do spin of lust virtue joy and sin And in this fairground the tales they do spin of lust virtue joy and sin.