Merry‐Go‐Round (2011 remastered) Songtext
von Cold Chisel

I cried my tears in a glass of tequila
For a truck-stop honey with a dubious name
She held my heart like a blackjack dealer
And took my money when I left the game
She was overly fond of sophisticated messin′ around
I've had a bellyful of livin′ on the same old merry-go-round

Well, I played in the summer and I froze in the winter
I hankered for a high school beauty queen
She was married to a rich young timber-miller
And christened a boy when she was just 19
Crazy love, never gonna settle down
I've had a bellyful of lovin' on the same old merry-go-round


Like any man, I gotta work for a living
Just to earn my soul for the weekend show
Saturday morning I′ll be down by the river
Getting whipped at the Copmanhurst rodeo
When the weekend comes, I′m gonna set fire to the town
I had a bellyful of workin' on the same old merry-go-round

I′m gonna set fire to the town
I'm gonna set fire to the town
I′m gonna set fire to the town
I'm gonna set fire to the town
I′m gonna set fire to the town
I'm gonna set fire to the town

Well, I'm looking out as the sun goes down
Drinking Bundaberg at the end of the day
I′m 25 and only half alive
And the rest is only just a ticket away
Well, give me a ticket, take me to a city hotel
I had a bellyful of livin′ on the same old merry-go-round
I had a bellyful of livin' on the same old merry-go-round
I had a bellyful of livin′ on the same old merry-go-round