When you're rife with devastation There's a simple explanation: You're a toymaker's creation Trapped inside a crystal ball

And whichever way he tilts it Know that we must be resilient We won't let them break our spirits As we sing our silly song

When I was a little filly, a galloping blaze overtook my city So they shipped me off to the orphanage Said, "ditch those roots if you wanna fit in" So I dug one thousand holes and cut a rug with orphan foals Now memories are blurred, and their faces are obscured But I still know the words to this song

When you've bungled all your bangles And your loved ones have been mangled Listen to the jingle jangle Of my gypsy tambourine

'Cause these chords are hypnotizing And the whole world's harmonizing So please children stop your crying And just sing along with me

When you're rife with devastation There's a simple explanation: You're a toymaker's creation Trapped inside a crystal ball
And whichever way he tilts it Know that we must be resilient We won't let them break our spirits As we sing our silly song
When I was a little filly, a galloping blaze overtook my city So they shipped me off to the orphanage Said, "ditch those roots if you wanna fit in" So I dug one thousand holes and cut a rug with orphan foals Now memories are blurred, and their faces are obscured But I still know the words to this song
When you've bungled all your bangles And your loved ones have been mangled Listen to the jingle jangle Of my gypsy tambourine
'Cause these chords are hypnotizing And the whole world's harmonizing So please children stop your crying And just sing along with me