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Tom: C
Intro: G with lick
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The machinist climbs his ferris wheel like a brave
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And the fire eater's lyin' in a pool of sweat, victim of the heatwave
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Behind the tent the hired hand tightens his legs on the sword swallower's blade
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And circus town's on the shortwave
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The runway lies ahead like a great false dawn
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Woh fat lady, big mama, Missy Bimbo sits in her chair and yawns
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And the man-beast lies in his cage sniffin' popcorn
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As the midget licks his fingers and suffers Missy Bimbo's scorn
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Circus town's been born
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Whoa, and a press roll drummer go, ballerina to and fro
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Cartwheelin' up on that tightrope with a cannon blast lightin' flash
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Movin' fast through the tent Mars bent, he's gonna miss his fall
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Oh God save the human cannonball.
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And the flying Zambinis watch Margarita do her neck twist,
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And the ringmaster gets the crowd to count along Ninety-five, ninety-six, ninety-seven
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A ragged suitcase in his hand, he steals silently away from the circus grounds
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And the highway's haunted by the carnival sounds
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They dance like a great greasepaint ghost on the wind
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A man in baggy pants, a lonely face, a crazy grin
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Runnin' home to some small Ohio town
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Jesus send some good women to save all your clowns
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And circus boy dances like a monkey on barbed wire
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And the barker romances with a junkie, she's got a flat tire,
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And now the elephants dance real funky and the band plays like a jungle fire
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Circus town's on the live wire
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And the strong man Sampson lifts the midget little Tiny Tim way up on his shoulders, way up
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And carries him on down the midway past the kids, past the sailors
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To his dimly lit trailer
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And the ferris wheel turns and turns like it ain't ever gonna stop
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And the circus boss leans over
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And whispers in the little boy's ear
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Hey son, you wanna try the big top?
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All aboard, Nebraska's our next stop.