the bachelor at the fair

A7 G7 C7

F Dm7 Gm7 C (2x)

F
Right this way, folks!
Dm7
Step up to the stage, folks!
Gm7
Don't be shy
C F
The carnival is here! Feast your eyes
On the faces,
Dm7
Exhibits, and races.
Gm7
Not to mention the rides.
C Dm7
What a setting for a budding groom and bride!

Eb Gm7
But hold the phone!
C7 Dm7
Who's that standing by the tilt-a-whirl?
Eb Gm7
He's all alone.
Gm7(b5) C7
Is there a more peculiar freak anywhere
F
Than the bachelor at the fair?

Holding his head down,
He enters the fairgrounds.
He stops at a food stand
Checks out the band, and
Averting his gaze
From the couples on the midway,
(they're looking so proud)
He wonders aloud

Why he's the only boy 
Without a girl for whom to win
A great stuffed toy;   
Ah, but the solitude's enough of a bear
For the bachelor at the fair. 

From the merry-go-round
Come the coupling sounds
Of his amorous peers.
Our bachelor blocks his ears.
When a girl in a green blouse
There by the funhouse
Catches his eye,
But looks away the moment her guy

Slides into sight,
Takes her hand, and whisks her away
Into the night.
This as the couples coo in midair
Above the bachelor at the fair.

The sky grows dark
As he heads to the car park.
He stops at a stall
Where he sees they're selling alcohol.
A "cheers!" and a clink;
And all the couples set to drinking.
He orders a tall one.
After he's all done

He watches from his stool.
As all the couples laugh and chatter away.
And keeping his cool
He pantomimes a toast in air,
Here's to the bachelor at the fair!

But hold the phone.
Does any of this ring a bell?
He's not alone.
Come on, admit it, you've all been there!
You've been the bachelor at the fair.

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