Where's The Playground, Johnny - Bobbie Gentry

The end has come and found us here

With our toys scattered all around us here

The puzzle that we never found an answer for

Still asks us, darlin', what all the games were for?

And here we stand in a box of sand

Where’s the playground, Johnny?

You’re the one who’s supposed to know his way around

Where’s the playground, Johnny

If I don’t stay around

If I don’t stay around?

The carousel has stopped us here

It twirled a time or two and then it dropped us here

And still you’re not content with something about me

But what merry-go-round can you ride without me

To take your hand?

How would you stand?

Where’s the playground, Johnny

If I decide to let you go and play around?

Where’s the playground, Johnny

If I don’t stay around

If I don’t stay around?

Where’s the playground, Johnny?

You’re the one who’s supposed to know his way around

Where’s the playground, Johnny?