When you’re rife with devastation  
There’s a simple explanation:  
You’re a toymaker’s creation  
Trapped inside a crystal ball  
And whichever way he tilts it  
Know that we must be resilient  
We won’t let them break our spirits  
As we sing our silly song  
When I was a little filly, a galloping blaze overtook my city  
So they shipped me off to the orphanage. Said ditch those roots if you  
wanna fit in  
So I dug one thousand holes and cut a rug with orphan foals  
Now, Memories are blurred, and their faces are obscured, but I still,  
know the words to this song  
When you’ve bungled all your bangles  
And your loved ones have been mangled  
Listen to the jingle jangle  
Of my gypsy tambourine  
‘Cause these chords are hypnotizing  
And the whole world’s harmonizing  
So please children stop your crying  
And just sing along with me  
There I was as an orphaned Pinkie, life lived hard got my head to thinkin  
Why feel bad for the orphans foals. when the bell beyond is ringing it’s toll  
when all the ghosts and creepies choke, just laugh it off like they made a joke  
now here I am alive, without soul to stop my drive, and I still, know  
the words to this song  
When my granny smith relaxes  
Her life goes in tiny flashes  
time goes by in wind-swept ashes  
like a funny monkey’s paw  
When your element is laughter  
You are seen as a disaster  
but we’ll see who will die faster  
as you sing along with me