| Song | Sanity Fair |
| Artist | Major Parkinson |
| Album | Major Parkinson |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Snowflakes falling | |
| From the ground | |
| Baby can I have another dance, | |
| another dance with you | |
| 'cause I just don't know what to do | |
| when I see your eyes | |
| walking around | |
| So if you need me I'll be here | |
| Let's sing a song! | |
| Oh won't you walk away? | |
| Oh won't you walk away? | |
| For me? | |
| Oh just take a look at us now | |
| The sanitarian joy | |
| I've got your lipstick on my white (wife's) sleeve | |
| And they're talking to me | |
| I'm bouncing on the carousel | |
| Baby's pumping gasoline | |
| waiting for his cookiequeen | |
| Jump! I'm on the carousel | |
| very very disorite | |
| sorta epileptic | |
| When did this obsene obsanity | |
| become such a sophisticated topic to discuss | |
| for us | |
| When all that I wanted from the dirty Cinderella | |
| to recover my expenses for the burn of lust | |
| Oh we had a good drinks, | |
| we had a few laughs | |
| We had a few kicks and a bath (and then BANG!) | |
| I was foreign boy(born a boy?) a stereopype for the plastic celluloid Jesus | |
| for the dashboard in your car, smoking tar | |
| breaking bottles with my teeth | |
| whiping Capitol Blue (why with capital D) | |
| Just tell me what to do | |
| I'm bouncing on the carousel | |
| Baby's pumping gasoline | |
| waiting for his cookiequeen | |
| Jump, I'm on the carousel | |
| very very decorrelate | |
| starting epileptic | |
| And little girl | |
| I've got your lipstick on my sleeve | |
| We got so lost on Christmas eve | |
| Now I'm stuck in bed with lepricons | |
| and raindeers in my head | |
| You give me shivers down my spine | |
| when you tell me you are mine (when you tell me you don't mind) | |
| Now life is smiling back to me again | |
| I never promised to be good | |
| I never promised to be faithful | |
| Just smash your head against the wall | |
| when you're feeling disappointed | |
| I'm bouncing on the carousel | |
| Baby's pumping gasoline | |
| waiting for his cookiequeen | |
| Sudenly,, åooohh yeah yeah yeah | |
| I'm dancing on the carousel | |
| I'm dizzy | |
| I'm floating a million miles away | |
| I'm on the carousel | |
| I'm dizzy | |
| I'm floating a million miles away | |
| I'm on the carousel | |
| I'm dizzy | |
| I'm floating a million miles away |
| Snowflakes falling | |
| From the ground | |
| Baby can I have another dance, | |
| another dance with you | |
| ' cause I just don' t know what to do | |
| when I see your eyes | |
| walking around | |
| So if you need me I' ll be here | |
| Let' s sing a song! | |
| Oh won' t you walk away? | |
| Oh won' t you walk away? | |
| For me? | |
| Oh just take a look at us now | |
| The sanitarian joy | |
| I' ve got your lipstick on my white wife' s sleeve | |
| And they' re talking to me | |
| I' m bouncing on the carousel | |
| Baby' s pumping gasoline | |
| waiting for his cookiequeen | |
| Jump! I' m on the carousel | |
| very very disorite | |
| sorta epileptic | |
| When did this obsene obsanity | |
| become such a sophisticated topic to discuss | |
| for us | |
| When all that I wanted from the dirty Cinderella | |
| to recover my expenses for the burn of lust | |
| Oh we had a good drinks, | |
| we had a few laughs | |
| We had a few kicks and a bath and then BANG! | |
| I was foreign boy born a boy? a stereopype for the plastic celluloid Jesus | |
| for the dashboard in your car, smoking tar | |
| breaking bottles with my teeth | |
| whiping Capitol Blue why with capital D | |
| Just tell me what to do | |
| I' m bouncing on the carousel | |
| Baby' s pumping gasoline | |
| waiting for his cookiequeen | |
| Jump, I' m on the carousel | |
| very very decorrelate | |
| starting epileptic | |
| And little girl | |
| I' ve got your lipstick on my sleeve | |
| We got so lost on Christmas eve | |
| Now I' m stuck in bed with lepricons | |
| and raindeers in my head | |
| You give me shivers down my spine | |
| when you tell me you are mine when you tell me you don' t mind | |
| Now life is smiling back to me again | |
| I never promised to be good | |
| I never promised to be faithful | |
| Just smash your head against the wall | |
| when you' re feeling disappointed | |
| I' m bouncing on the carousel | |
| Baby' s pumping gasoline | |
| waiting for his cookiequeen | |
| Sudenly,, ooohh yeah yeah yeah | |
| I' m dancing on the carousel | |
| I' m dizzy | |
| I' m floating a million miles away | |
| I' m on the carousel | |
| I' m dizzy | |
| I' m floating a million miles away | |
| I' m on the carousel | |
| I' m dizzy | |
| I' m floating a million miles away |
| Snowflakes falling | |
| From the ground | |
| Baby can I have another dance, | |
| another dance with you | |
| ' cause I just don' t know what to do | |
| when I see your eyes | |
| walking around | |
| So if you need me I' ll be here | |
| Let' s sing a song! | |
| Oh won' t you walk away? | |
| Oh won' t you walk away? | |
| For me? | |
| Oh just take a look at us now | |
| The sanitarian joy | |
| I' ve got your lipstick on my white wife' s sleeve | |
| And they' re talking to me | |
| I' m bouncing on the carousel | |
| Baby' s pumping gasoline | |
| waiting for his cookiequeen | |
| Jump! I' m on the carousel | |
| very very disorite | |
| sorta epileptic | |
| When did this obsene obsanity | |
| become such a sophisticated topic to discuss | |
| for us | |
| When all that I wanted from the dirty Cinderella | |
| to recover my expenses for the burn of lust | |
| Oh we had a good drinks, | |
| we had a few laughs | |
| We had a few kicks and a bath and then BANG! | |
| I was foreign boy born a boy? a stereopype for the plastic celluloid Jesus | |
| for the dashboard in your car, smoking tar | |
| breaking bottles with my teeth | |
| whiping Capitol Blue why with capital D | |
| Just tell me what to do | |
| I' m bouncing on the carousel | |
| Baby' s pumping gasoline | |
| waiting for his cookiequeen | |
| Jump, I' m on the carousel | |
| very very decorrelate | |
| starting epileptic | |
| And little girl | |
| I' ve got your lipstick on my sleeve | |
| We got so lost on Christmas eve | |
| Now I' m stuck in bed with lepricons | |
| and raindeers in my head | |
| You give me shivers down my spine | |
| when you tell me you are mine when you tell me you don' t mind | |
| Now life is smiling back to me again | |
| I never promised to be good | |
| I never promised to be faithful | |
| Just smash your head against the wall | |
| when you' re feeling disappointed | |
| I' m bouncing on the carousel | |
| Baby' s pumping gasoline | |
| waiting for his cookiequeen | |
| Sudenly,, ooohh yeah yeah yeah | |
| I' m dancing on the carousel | |
| I' m dizzy | |
| I' m floating a million miles away | |
| I' m on the carousel | |
| I' m dizzy | |
| I' m floating a million miles away | |
| I' m on the carousel | |
| I' m dizzy | |
| I' m floating a million miles away |