Текст песни: Wild Billy's Circus Story + перевод

The machinist climbs his ferris wheel like a brave

And the fire eater’s lying 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

Well the runway lies ahead like a great false dawn

Whoa, fat lady, big mama, Missy Bimbo sits in her chair and yawns

And the man-beast lies in his cage sniffing 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

Cartwheeling up on that tightrope with a cannon blast lighting flash

Moving 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

Running 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, whispers into the little boy’s ear «Hey son,

you want to try the big top?»

All aboard, Nebraska’s our next stop

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