Neil Sedaka / Howard Greenfield
Look at the world I have conquered,
I've won every spin of the wheel.
I get everything I go after,
They ask me how does it feel.
I tell them that I'd trade the moon
For a string with an orange balloon,
And the days when my only dream
Was a dish of vanilla ice-cream.
Give me one more chance at the midway,
Let me laugh and be gay as a clown,
Give me back the world I remember,
One more ride on the merry go round.
I do my shopping in Paris,
My clothes are Cardin and Dior.
There's money to buy friends and lovers,
Well, isn't that what it's for?
But when I go to my bedroom
And stare at my handpainted sky
I think of a world far behind me,
A world that my money can't buy.
Give me one more chance at the midway,
Let me dance with my feet off the ground.
Give me back the world I remember,
One more ride on the merry go round.
Now that I stare at the future,
I feel so close to the past.
I'm so afraid of tomorrow,
Wondering which one is the last.
Here in the cold of December,
I cling to a fragment of May.
I'll trade you the world I have conquered
For a moment of one yesterday.
Give me one more chance at the midway,
Stop the clock from spinning around.
Give me back the world I remember,
One more ride on the merry go round.
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la
la la,
Give me back the world I remember,
One more ride on the merry go round.
