When I was a little filly, a galloping blaze overtook my city  
So they shipped me off to the orphanage. Said, “ditch those roots if you wanna fit in”  
So I dug one thousand holes and cut a rug with orphan foals  
Memories are blurred, and their faces are obscured, but I still, know the words to this song
 
When you’ve bungled all your bangles  
And your loved ones have been mangled  
Listen to the jingle jangle  
Of my gypsy tambourine
 
‘Cause these chords are hypnotizing  
And the whole world’s harmonizing  
So please children stop your crying  
And just sing along with me