Tytuł: Wild Billy's Circus Story

• Wykonawca: Bruce Springsteen
• Wyświetleń: 255

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"
  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 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.