Wild Billy's Circus Story

Ah, one, two, three four The machinist climbs his Ferris wheel like a brave And the fire-eater's lyin' in a pool of sweat, victim of the heat wave Behind the tent, the hired hand tightens his legs on the sword swallower's blade Circus town's on the shortwave Well, the runway lies ahead like a great false dawn Oh, fat lady, big mama, Missy Bimbo sits in her chair and yawns And the man-beast lies in his cage sniffin' popcorn And the midget licks his fingers and suffers Missy Bimbo's scorn Circus town's been born Oh, and a press roll drummer go, ballerina to-and-fro Cartwheelin' up on that tightrope With a cannon blast, lightnin' flash, movin' fast through the tent, Mars-bent He's gonna miss his fall, oh, God save the human cannonball And the flyin' Zambinis watch Margarita do her neck twist And the ringmaster gets the crowd to count along Ninety-five, ninety-six, ninety-seven A 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 Samson 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 and whispers into the little boy's ear Hey, son, you want to try the big top? All aboard, Nebraska's our next stop --- Wild Billy's Circus Story - Bruce Springsteen