WILD BILLY'S CIRCUS STORY
The machinist climbs his ferris wheel like a brave
And the fire-eater's lyin' in a pool of sweat victim of the heatwave
Behind the tent the hired hand tightens his legs
On the sword swallowers blade
The circus town's on the shortwave
Well the runaway lies ahead like a great false dawn
Oh Fat Lady, big mamma, Missy Bimbo
Sits in her chair and yawns
And the man-beast lies in his cage sniffin' popcorn
And the midget licks his fingers
And suffers Missy Bimbo's scorn
The circus town's been born
Oh and a press roll drummers go, ballerina to-and-fro
Cartwheelin' up on that tightrope
With a cannon blast, lightin' flash
Movin' fast through the tent, Mars bent
He's gonna miss his fall
Oh God save the human cannonball
And the flying Zambini's watch Margarita do her neck twist
And the ringmaster gets the crowd to count along
95, 96, 97
A ragged suitcase in his hand
He steals silently away from the circus grounds
And the highway's haunted by the carnival sounds
They dance like a great greasepaint ghost on the wind
A man in baggy pants
A lonely face, a crazy grin
Runnin' home to some small Ohio town
Jesus, send some good women to save all your clowns
And circus boy dances like a monkey on barbed wire
And the barker romances with a junkie
She's got a flat tire
And now the elephants dance real funky
And the band play like a jungle fire
Circus town's on the live wire
And the strong man Sampson lifts the midget
Little Tiny Tim way up on his shoulders way up
And carries him on down the midway
Past the kids, past the sailors
To his dimly lit trailor
And the ferris wheel turns and turns
Like it ain't ever gonna stop
And the circus boss leans over
And whispers into the little boy's ear
Hey son you want to try the big top?
All aboard, Nebraska's our next stop
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