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

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

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

A ragged suitcase in his hand, he steals silently away the circus grounds
And the highway's by the carnival sounds
They dance like a great greasepaint ghost on the
A man in baggy pants, a face, a crazy grin
Runnin' home to some Ohio town
Jesus, send sweet women to save all your clowns

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

And the strong man Samson lifts the midget, little Tim, up on his shoulders, way up
And carries him on down the midway, the kids, past the sailors, to his dimly lit trailer
And the Ferris wheel turns and turns like it ever gonna stop
And the circus boss leans over and whispers into the boy's ear
"Hey, son, you want to try the big
All aboard, Nebraska's our stop"