Bent Carousel Lyrics & Chords By The Mother Hips

Thank you firemen, thank you G.I.s.
Thank you operator for getting me this line.
But I am not well, I can just tell
The bent carousel, the bent carousel.

I want to grow old invisibly
'cause kids today will not be kids tomorrow.
Christopher tells me he hates himself
But he loves himself too much.
I love myself a lot also, you know,
But somehow we stay in touch.
Why don't you try one that you've never done?
Why don't you eat one with onions and mustard,
Hitch-hikers and kitchenettes on the top?

Suzanne, could you move the mirror
'cause I'm tired of looking at my eyes
They can see really good they can see very well
The bent carousel, the bent carousel