Living in blind superstition fearing malignant unknown former believe old tradition faces behind the mask tribute to natures renewal wishing for better times it used to make sense to our fathers but what is its sense today repulse the frost dispell your sorrow welcome the spring drink untill you smile Merry-go-round, merry-go-round merry-go-round, merry going round It's time that I put on my make up I won't be myself for tonight I tell the clown in me to wake up if he won't I drink to smile repulse the frost dispell your sorrow welcome the spring drink until you smile