There's nothing for you here.

I had a dream I was at a carnival
in Royston Vasey.
It was awful and all the stalls,
and tents were dark and bleak.
There was someone fire breathing.
I don't know why I was there,
I had to wear a big dress,
and had big hair,
and then once the girls were all ready,
we left and walked through the carnival,
with its horrid people saying their carney speak.
A lady in the fortune teller tent offered to tell my fortune,
I didn't have time
and she said 'you'll regret it'.