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The machinist climbs his Ferris wheel a braid
And the fire-eater's in a pool of sweat, victim of the heat wave
Behind the tent, the hired tightens his legs on the sword swallower's blade
Circus town's on the

Well, the runway lies ahead a great false dawn
Fat lady, big mama, Missy Bimbo sits in her chair and
And the lies in his cage sniffin' popcorn
And the midget licks his fingers and suffers Missy Bimbo's
town's been born

And a roll drummer go, ballerina to-and-fro, cartwheelin' up on that tightrope
With a cannon blast, lightnin' flash, movin' through the tent, Mars-bent
He's gonna miss his fall, oh, God save the human
And the Zambinis watch Margarita do her neck twist
And the gets the crowd to count along: 95, 96, 97

A ragged suitcase in his hand, he steals away from the circus grounds
And the haunted by the carnival sounds
They dance like a great ghost on the wind
A man in pants, a lonely face, a crazy grin
Runnin' home to some small Ohio
Jesus, some sweet women to save all your clowns

And Circus Boy like a monkey on barbed wire
And the barker romances with a junkie, got a flat tire
And now the elephants dance real funky and the band plays like a jungle
town's on the live wire

And the strong man Samson lifts the midget, Tiny Tim, up on his shoulders, way up
And him on down the midway, past the kids, past the sailors, to his dimly lit trailer
And the Ferris wheel turns and turns like it ain't ever stop
And the circus boss leans over and whispers into the little ear
"Hey, son, you to try the big top?
All aboard, Nebraska's our stop"