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Tattoo'd Lady,
Bearded baby,
They're my family.
When I was lonely,
Something told me, where,
I could always be.
Where I could,
Wish for pennies,
If we had any.
You'd meet me down,
At the shooting gallery.
Yes I'm a,
Fair ground baby.
Wonder what made me,
Fall for the pearly queen.
I spent my youth,
Under canvas roof,
As I roamed from town to town.
I'm not fooling,
When I say I got no schoolin',
Never like the class bell sound.
From the caravan,
I hear the fairground band,
Sounding good as they can be.
You know I can't be found,
But if you look around,
