Born Yesterday

I was born yesterday
Don't know nothin'
Eyes open wide
Seem to be on a funny farm
Guess i'll go on the nanana

You got to roll roll roll roll
You got to roll roll roll roll roll
On the nanana

It's scrapin' slow
Up to the top

I don't really like this
It don't seem right
It's on the top now
Zooming down down down
Looking around
Won't nobody stop this thing

You got to roll...

Some of the creatures laughing
With their hands up in the air
Others over the edge getting sick
One or two sitting quiet
And mad
Like they want their
Money back
They wanna get off
But you can't do that...no
You can't do that

You got to roll...

In my cherry apple cheeks
And my cotton candy
Mouth
And a stupid fuzzy hat
And a voice with which to shout

I got to roll. . .
Till the cows come home