And oh in the stories that are bound to be told
He'll be young and he'll be old
And you'll be his sole apprentice

And when it got dark
In the amusement park
Someone turned the lights on and the wheel went up
My mind was a blur
I was thinking oughta be drinking
With a friend who liked his golden whiskey
Irish whiskey

And oh in the stories that are bound to be told
He'll be young and he'll be old
And you'll be his sole apprentice

I went for a walk
In an amusement park
And I sat on the ground beneath the ferris wheel
I counted all the shoes
And I counted all the screws
And I noticed the blues behind the sky
Behind the sky

And oh in the stories that are bound to be told
He'll be young and he'll be old
And you'll be his sole apprentice

In al the stories that are bound to be told
He'll be young and he'll be old
And you'll be his sole apprentice