[Verse 1]

They’re selling kettle corn

Down by the carousel

Nobody wants to eat

Every kettle corn

Kernel is dubious

None of them salty or sweet

[Bridge]

Tastes of a lime

Well past its prime

Tastes of carton of milk

Older than time itself

[Verse 2]

They’re selling kettle corn

Down by the carousel

And if someone dares to try

A piece of kettle corn

Pray for that man

It won’t take long for him to die