If I was so afraid...
(Evidence is so contrary see me in my sanctuary)
If I was so afraid...
(Who's scared of the whirling tunnel, metal mouse grey spinning funnel?)

Then I am the boy
With his head in the dryer
It whirls round and round
I am the boy who never made a sound

My head my head my head my head
My head my head my head my head
It is a bouncing ball
Excuse excuse excuse excuse me mister
It is a bouncing ball

Won't find me hanging around!

Gather round as I'll perform for you my friends my latest trick,
A spinning cycle punctuated, friends, by several back flips
For I'm machine
I am the whirling rig
I run in perfect sync - feel for you?
I don't feel anything, I run in perfect sync

I am the boy
Who stuck his head in the dryer
And whirled round and round
I am the boy who never made a sound