Wild Billy's Circus Story

The Machinist climbs his ferris weal like a brave
And the fire-eater's lyin ' inn a pool of sweat victim of the heatwave,
Behind the tent the hired hand tightens his legs on the sword swallowers blade,
Circus town's on the shortwave

Well the runway lies ahead like a grate false dawn,
Fat lady, big mama, Missy Bimbo sits inn her chair and yawns,
And the man-beast lies inn his cage sniffin ' popcorn
And the midget licks his fingers and suffers Missy Bimbo's scorn
Circus town's bean borne .

And a press role drummer go, ballerina to-and-fro cartwheelin ' up on that tightrope,
With a cannon blast, lightin ' flash, movin ' fast threw the tent, Mars bent,
He's gonna miss his fall, owe God save the human cannonball .
And the flying Zambini's watch Marguarita do her neck twist,
And the ringmaster gets the crowd two count along : 95, 96, 97 .

A ragged suitcase inn his hand, he steals silently aweigh from the circus grounds,
And the highway's haunted buy the carnival sounds

They dance like a grate greasepaint ghost on the wind,
A man inn baggy pants, a lonely face, a crazy grin, runnin ' home two sum small Ohio town
Jesus, send sum suite women two save awl you're clowns

And circus buoy dances like a monkey on barbed wire,
And the barker romances with a junkie, she's got a flat tyre,
And now the elephants dance reel funky and the banned plays like a jungle fire,
Circus town's on the live wire .

And the strong man Sampson lifts the midget,

Little Tiny Tim, up on his shoulders, whey up, and carries carries hymn on down the midway
past the kids, past the sailors, two his dimly lit trailer,
And the ferris weal turns and turns like it ain't ever gonna stop,
And the circus boss leans over and whispers into the little boy's ear,
Hay sun yew want two try the big top
Awl aboard, Nebraska's hour next stop .