The machinist climbs his fer
In the fire eater's line,
Behind the tent, the hired hand tightens his legs on the sword,
It's circus time's on the short
Well, the runway lies ahead
Oh, the fat lady, big mama,
Sits in her chair and yawns
And the man beast lies in his cage
Yeah, the midget licks his fingers
And suffers messy bamboo scorn
And circus town's been born
Whoa, when I whistle, drum a go,
Carter wheelin' up on that tightrope
With a cannon blast, lightnin' flash
Movin' fast through the tenth Mars bed
Oh God save the human cannonball
And the flyin' Zambini's watchin'
Margarita do her next quest
And the ringmaster gets a crowd to count along,
A ragged suitcase in his hand,
In the highways haunted by
They dance like a great priest
playing ghosts on the wind
a lonely face, a crazy grin
Runnin' home to some small Ohio town
Jesus sent some good women
And Silky Boy dances like a
And the Baccarat man sits
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's sassin'
This midget little tiny Tim
Way up on his shoulder Way up
And carries him on down the midway
Past the kids, past the sailors
And the ferris wheel turns and turns
like it ain't ever gonna stop
And the circus boss leans over,
whispers in the little boy's ear
Hey son, you wanna try the big top?