Tilled-a-whirl

Slobberbone

Have you ever been drivin' home, late at night

And found yourself enraptured by a captivating site

The mystical allure of blinkin', twinklin', twirly lights

Shinin' in your baby's eyes can seem so right



And that girl, she makes you stop, in that Wal-Mart parking lot

The smell of sweaty people on the summer's air so hot

You buy a roll of tickets at fifty cents a pop

You're thinkin' that it's gonna be cool, but I'm tellin' you that it's not, no ...



'Cause looks can be deceiving if you know what I mean

A shiny patch of happiness may not be what it seems

I learned that lesson long ago, much to my chagrin

But not before the whole damn thing came crashin' to an end



It looked so cool ... looked so fun, I thought

The picture-perfect perch from which to get me some -- the top

But the wheel, it was junk and that carny, he was drunk

And they sent my baby flyin' across the parking lot



Tilt-A-Whirl ... it took my girl ... it took my happiness away from me

And it put me in traction, it's the Devil's contraption

It's the bane of my existence, fellas, listen to me!

It's no mechanical cupid ... don't be stupid ...

No matter how she begs and whines, don't listen to that girl

If you know how to handle her, you'll ride the Scrambler ...

But keep away from that Tilt-A-Whirl ...



But looks can be deceiving if you know what I mean

A shiny patch of happiness may not be what it seems

I learned that lesson long ago, much to my chagrin

But not before the whole damn thing came crashin' to an end



It looked so cool ... looked so fun, I thought

The picture-perfect perch from which to get me some -- the top

But the wheel, it was junk and that carny, he was drunk

And they sent my baby flyin' across the parking lot



Tilt-A-Whirl ... you took my girl ... you took my happiness away from me

And it put me in traction, it's the Devil's contraption

It's the bane of my existence, fel