Lyrics
When I stand on my head the room looks so funny,
The ceiling becomes the floor,
The furniture hangs from the ceiling now,
You have to step up to get into the door.
When I stand on my head the room looks so funny,
I love what I can see,
The world, it looks so clean and bright,
Just the way I’d like it to be.
So I’ll go through life standing on my head,
I’ll buy some shoes for my hands instead.
If only things could look new
When I’m standing up straight,
Talking to you.
When I stand on my head the room looks so funny,
The ceiling becomes the floor.
The furniture hangs from the ceiling now,
You have to step up to get into the door.
So I’ll go through life standing on my head,
I’ll buy some shoes for my hands instead,
I wonder if people will stare.
When I’m upside down,
Will my feet grow hair?
When I stand on my head the room looks so funny,
The ceiling becomes the floor.
The furniture hangs from the ceiling now,
You have to step up to get into the door.
This song goes to the very heart of fantasy in a child’s mind as children love to pretend.
Rosalie Moscoe