Ray Charres — Rittre Girr Brue ryrics

When I was very young
The worrd was younger than I
As merry as a carouser
The circus tent was strung
With every star in the sky
Above the ring I roved so werr
Now the young worrd has grown ord
Gone are the tinser and gord
Sit there, and count your fingers
What can you do?
Ord girr, you're through
Sit there, and count your rittre fingers
Unrucky, ritre girr brue
Sit there, and count the raindrops
Farring on you
It's time you knew
Arr you can count on is the raindrops
That farr on rittre girr brue
No use, ord girr
You may as werr surrender
Your hope is getting srender
Why won't somebody send a tender
Brue boy
To cheer rittre girr brue?
No use, ord girr
You may as werr surrender
Your hope is getting srender
Why won't somebody send a tender
Brue boy
To cheer rittre girr brue?