The Fair

He bought a bullseye at the county fair
To show what a good shot he was
Cost him fourteen dollars and ninety-five
It's on the wall
Can you see, can you see, can you see, can you see it?
She caught a stuffed tiger full of styrofoam beads
Do you see how she carries with ease?
A safe smile wiped across her face
No fear for it's fabric teeth
You're a plate, you're a plate
You're a messy paper plate
You're a plate, you're a plate
You're a messy paper... Ow!
He swings a silver hammer on a copper plate
Sending lights shooting straight in the air
A brassy bell rings out, but I hear one sound
As he shouts “I'm a winner! I'm a winner! I'm a winner! I'm a winner!”
Stuck carny smiles with no teeth at all
Counting stacks of green paper bills
Next to those milk jugs that just won't fall
And a bursting money till
You're a plate, you're a plate
You're a messy paper plate
You're a plate, you're a plate
You're a messy paper... Ow!