Redheaded girl Cover up your eyes with your hands Caught taking coins from the purse Wake up the epileptics and the outcasts When you hear your name called And there's a yellow ribbon in your hair Wicked child, you're dancing with girls Remember when we were children? Remember when we were young? When we believed in all those invisible things? And there's a world in your words Fairytales at your fingertips A black ribbon in your hair Dancing rings around trees In meadows and fields Remember boys on bicycles Tell the young men To put away their swords And Spanish dancing Turn up the violins To drown out the cowboys and the Indians We'd rather stand on our heads And pose like like pinup girls Make trampolines of our beds But the shadows took our sisters And the waters did claim them Schoolgirls in pleated skirts and Mary Janes Carry your suitcase Wherever you may go And your typewriter Weave a tapestry Of winding narrow streets And move into the light Cause we're fancy free Yeah, we're fancy free We'll stand on our head Stand on our heads Stand on our heads We'll be standing on our heads Mmm, Mmmm, Mmmm Standing on our heads