Let me tell you 'bout a kid I know. We met awhile ago. At the State Fair. He was showing his blue ribbon pig. And I was thinking big. While I was combing my hair. He was never like the other guys Selling curly-fries Or rigging the games. 4-H was his one true love. We'd hang out above The dunk-tank when it rains. Gonna step-up, step-up. step right up, I'm never ever coming home. (x2) I'm really into the boys that work there. The feeling you get when your ticket they tear. Four days in May: The State Fair! I used to go out with this other man. He ran the snow-cone stand. He looked good from behind. I like a baggy kind of overall. They don't really show it all. I can use my mind. Come step-up step right up. I'm never ever coming home.