Oh, oh, oh, oh, Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. She's all around, feet off the ground, couldn't care less about me. Wind in her hair, she's everywhere, she's just a traveling fan. In the shelter, on the hill to skelter, but I couldn't hope to melt her. New love every day, but each one has to pay. She's sorry, but that's just the only way. Roundabout, roundabout, ah. Roundabout, roundabout, ah. Where will she go after the show? Couldn't care less about you. Wind in her hair, vanity fair, she's just a traveling fan. She's a wooden woman, wouldn't anybody go along to see her? Never said a word about the things she's overheard. Doesn't anybody want to pay her fair? Roundabout, roundabout, ah. Roundabout, roundabout, ah. Roundabout, roundabout, ah. Roundabout, roundabout, ah.