Sad is life in the pleasure ground Punching tickets, they can't have fun more than once I don't know but it makes me weak Roller coaster roars, mymbles shriek, every night All is run by my relatives Enormous, rollicking, talkative, spirits high They're bursting into gigantic laughs They just can't hear me, I wish I was far away Sorry that I drift away from social violence Sorry but I just can't stay to park of silence I wish everyone was just a little more like me For a park of silence, must I leave the family? Noisy people and relatives Fill my days, I've got company around the clock They say: "Splendid! Now that's the thing! Always on the go, laugh or sing - you buck up!" Sorry but you drift away from social violence Sorry that I just can't stay to park of silence I wish everyone was just a little more like me For a park of silence, must I leave the family?