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.