Mr Little, in his paper boat, sails the painted sea,
Velvet curtains rise on cellophane skies and the tiny town scenery,
And the mayor and the duchess dance to the music box serenade, while angels glide down the Starlight Promenade,
The tinsel rain ends a seaside holiday; and the patrons smile, knowing life can
be that way.

Welcome to the Wonderama, come inside,
Welcome to the Wonderama, keep your eyes open wide,
It's never far from view,
Hello, welcome to the Wonderama.

In the spotlight is a silhouette of a dragon breathing fire,
And the battle begins as the soldiers of tin brave the great high-wire,
By the morning all the world is saved through a noble sacrifice,
They were all amazed when the King laid down his life,
The sweethearts kiss on the springtime wedding day, and the patrons sigh, knowing love can be that way.

Welcome to the Wonderama, come inside,
Welcome to the Wonderama, keep your eyes open wide,
It's never far from view,
Hello, welcome to the Wonderama.

Welcome to the Wonderama,
Welcome to the Wonderama.

Now the pauper, and the millionaire, the servant, and the queen, each have their role in the miracle show 'til they play the final scene,
Mr. Little, in his paper boat, waves a last farewell, and another child climbs upon the carrousel,
The church bells ring when the old folks pass away; though the patrons cry, they know tears will end some day.

Welcome to the Wonderama, come inside,
Welcome to the Wonderama, keep your eyes open wide,
It's never far from view,
Oh, hello, welcome to the Wonderama.

Hello.

Don't be sad.