Uncool Dad, Andy New - Up & Down & Round Lyrics

Cindy left home when she just turned sixteen
She felt her life was in a rut
So she cut her mother's apron strings
They never really meant that much
Cindy met a bunch of lively folk
Who travelled round in a van
So she asked if she could tag along
And that's where her adventures began

Up and down and round she goes
Beads in her hair
Rings through her nose
What a procession
It's a profession
North and south and back she goes
Dog on a string
Mud on her clothes
It's her concession
To the recession

Cindy felt she was at one with nature
She liked the wind in her hair
She would often lie back and daydream
Smell of grass in the air
Cindy loved all god's little creatures
They use to stop and say hello
It only really became a problem
When her skin started turning yellow

Up and down and round she goes
Beads in her hair
Rings through her nose
What a procession
It's a profession
North and south and back she goes
Dog on a string
Mud on her clothes
It's her concession
To the recession

Cindy fell out with the boys in blue
They stopped her heading south
One of them didn't take too kindly
To being punching in the mouth
Cindy grew tired of heading in circles
Always led to the same place
So maybe she could run back to mother
Who'd hand it to her on a plate

Up and down and round she goes
Beads in her hair
Rings through her nose
What a procession
It's a profession
North and south and back she goes
Dog on a string
Mud on her clothes
It's her concession
To the recession

Up and down and round she goes
Beads in her hair
Rings in her nose
What a procession
It's a profession
North and south and back she goes
Dog on a string
Mud on her clothes
It's her concession
To the recession

Up and down and round she goes
North and south and back she goes
Up and down and round she goes
North and south and back she goes
She goes