| Confetti on the floor of the high school gym |
| boy meets girl and girl meets him |
| he takes her hand and they dance together |
| she says, «This is our song,» |
| and it’s theirs forever |
| This old world is a merry-go-round |
| with painted horses going up and down |
| oceans of tears gales of laughter |
| once in a while someone lives |
| happily ever after |
| This world seems cruel at your first glance |
| look again it’s like a dance |
| once you’ve had a good long gaze |
| It seems we all starr in our very own plays |
| This old is a merry-to-round |
| with painted horses going up and down |
| oceans of tears gales of laughter |
| once in a while someone lives |
| happily ever after |
| We grow out of the days like moth-eaten sweater |
| Half of the time things change for the better |
| Wait for a call, look for a letter |
| It ain’t over 'till the fat lady sings |
| yeah… |
| Finishing’s harder than beginning |
| being good’s not as fun as sinning |
| being right’s not as good as winning |
| It’s best to be the one that ends up grinning |
| This old world is a merry-go-round |
| with painted horses going up and down |
| oceans of tears gales of laughter |
| once in a while someone lives |
| happily ever after |
| yeah, yeah |
| This old world is a merry-go-round |
| with painted horses going up and down |
| oceans of tears gales of laughter |
| once in a while someone lives |
| happily ever after |