| From the cradle bars | |
| Comes a beckoning voice | |
| It sends you spinning | |
| You have no choice...... | |
| You hear laughter | |
| Cracking through the walls | |
| It sends you spinning | |
| You have no choice | |
| Following the footsteps | |
| Of a rag doll dance | |
| We are entranced | |
| Spellbound | |
| And don't forget | |
| When your elders forget | |
| To say their prayers | |
| Take them by the legs | |
| And throw them down the stairs | |
| When you think | |
| Your toys have gone beserk | |
| It's an illusion | |
| You cannot shirk | |
| You hear laughter | |
| Cracking through the walls | |
| It sends you spinning | |
| You have no choice | |
| Following the footsteps | |
| Of a rag doll dance | |
| We are entranced | |
| Spellbound |