Fairground Favors

(woo-hoo) Mrs. Higgins has her game face on

Blueberry jam and a wooden spoon And the

4-H kids are brushing down their calves

Underneath the heat of a high-noon sun

Now look at that Ferris wheel spinning 'round

Hasn't been inspected since eighty-eight But we buy our tickets and we

climb right up

Laying all our bets on a rusty gate

Oh, we're chasing down that blue ribbon prize

Underneath the wide and the dusty skies With a pocket full of

cash and a heart on our sleeve There's a magic here that

we still believe

The dust is settling on the mid-way track

Cotton candy melting in the heat of the night We got rhinestone

sparkles on a denim vest And the winner's grinning in the yellow

light (hahaha)

Oh, we're chasing down that blue ribbon prize Underneath the wide and

the dusty skies With a pocket full of cash and a heart

on our sleeve There's a magic here that we still believe

Blue ribbon shine, yeah (woo-hoo)