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 swallower's
blade

And circus town's on the shortwave

The runway lies ahead like a great false dawn Fat
lady, big mama, Missy Bimbo sits in her chair and
yawns And the man-beast lies in his cage sniffin'
popcorn As the midget licks his fingers and
suffers Missy Bimbo's scorn Circus town's been
born

Whoa, and a press roll drummer 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
Zambinis watch Margarita do her neck twist, And
the ringmaster gets the crowd to count along:
"Ninety-five, ninety-six, ninety-seven"
Find more similar lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.com/yKvA 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 plays 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 trailer And the ferris wheel turns and
turns like it ain't ever gonna stop And the circus
boss leans over, whispers into the little boy's
ear "Hey son, you want to try the big
top?" All aboard, Nebraska's our next stop.