I was climbing into a barrel
I remembered Little Nancy's voice say
"promise me you'll take me to the big wheel
On the night of your next payday"
I'll put her on by shoulders
Beat the height restriction
I'll let her do the talking
Bury my poor diction
A box of paints and an easel
A record player and a needle
Little Nancy
I was loosening the canvas for to
Climb up the rigging
And I remembered Little Nancy on the beach
Necklace lost and digging
I'll tie a ribbon to the railings
Mark the exact location
I'll win her a goldfish in a bag like a
Comic book illustration
A matador flag that was a trade-in
For a quarter-size violin
We parted company amicably
Little Nancy
Wherever you go, I'll follow you
Let not this time be wasted on worrying