Swings and Roundabouts

Six o'clock, it's nearly dark

Kicking leaves up in the park

My hands in pockets by the green

Wishing that my nails were clean

I lean my back against a tree

A black bird sits and stares at me

Reflected in his dark black eye

The legacy of all my lives

Now upstairs in the house tonight

I'm coming down to see you

I won't stay in, you won't come out

What are we gonna do about it

Upstairs in the house tonight

I'm coming down to see you

I won't stay in, you won't come out

Little bit swings and roundabouts

Now ten o'clock, I'm drinking beer

I don't know why I come in here

Well, it's cold outside, yes, that's true

And I don't really have much else to do

There's someone standing at my arm

I think he means to do some harm

'Cause he says he used to be a hero

Staring down into his beer, oh

Upstairs in the house tonight

I'm coming down to see you

I won't stay in, you won't come out

What are we gonna do about it

Upstairs in the house tonight

I'm coming down to see you

I won't stay in, you won't come out

Little bit swings and roundabouts

Now (first), number one

Can anybody ever really know someone

(Two, three)

Why is everybody talking about me

(Four, five)

Is it just for this that we strive

(Six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven)

Two figures together add up to eleven

Upstairs in the house tonight

I'm coming down to see you

I won't stay in, you won't come out

What are we gonna do about it

Upstairs in the house tonight

I'm coming down to see you

I won't stay in, you won't come out

Little bit swings and roundabouts

Ha, ha, ha...

Listen to me laughing, Mary

Ha, ha, ha...

Whoa, whoa